The World According to Lulu: Hello My Name is Lulu

Hello. My name is Lulu. I am a dog.

I live in a house. With a yard. With two humans. They are mommy human and daddy human. They are my family. They love me. They love me more than anyone else in the whole world has ever loved me. I know this because they feed me and they talk to me and they play with me and they let me nibble on their clothes and sit next to them on the sofa, but mostly I know they love me because they save my poop. No one has ever saved my poop before. They collect it in a little bag that smells like purple flowers and carry it home when we’re out walking. I think this is funny because it’s just poop and as far as I know everybody poops, but mine is the only poop they save. That’s how I know they love me more than anyone else in the whole world. read more

Life with Lulu: Lulu’s Ballroom Adventure

This is the tail tale of Lulu’s Ballroom Adventure. Shortly after Lulu wedged herself my heart (which was about a minute after she came to live with us) my husband (let’s call him The Dancing Doc) and I (a.k.a. The Dancing Housewife) danced in a local one day ballroom competition. [RELATED POST: The Story of the Dancing Housewife and the Dancing Doc]

As luck would have it the competition was being held in a pet friendly hotel so rather than torturing some poor unsuspecting dog sitter (Lulu suffers from separation anxiety…more on this later) for an entire weekend, we threw caution to the wind and decided to bring her with us. read more

Life with Lulu: Poop and Run

Until last Sunday, when my husband and I adopted six-month-old Lulu, it had been more than three years since I’d walked a dog in my neighborhood [RELATED POST: Ode to My Dog, Pudge]. Back then my neighbors picked up their dogs’ poop. Sure, you’d occasionally come across an abandoned pile of fly-infested poop sizzling in the summer sun while out for a stroll with your pooch, but for the most part, people had an ounce of civic pride and respected their neighbors enough to clean up after their best friends. That’s why I’m shocked at the current pooper scooper habits – or lack thereof – of what appears to be an increased number of dog owners in my community. read more