When she was very young, a colleague dropped by, who was in the first trimester of her pregnancy. Lulu was very strange with her, leaping up and barking and barking. We figured that she somehow sensed the pregnancy and it nutted her out, or that she just didn’t like this person. But the other night, we were having a conversation and I realized that the fetus died in utero a few months later.
I cannot have a dog that bites. Or threatens to bite. We boarded her for the Xmas party and she was fine. We boarded her when we went out of town and she was fine. But this. When people come to the door and come in, she is generally fine, barks a lot loudly, wagging tail all the time. Then quiets down and sniffs, asks to be petted. She’s nosy about crotches and will rub her belly on at outstretched foot in a quiet sneaky orgasmic way (she’s my dog after all) and fart terribly and just be a dog, but she’s okay.
I feel terrible. She’s ten years old now. Net says her hearing is failing and maybe she’s right. I am just sick inside. Maybe the man was wary of her. Maybe he has issues with dogs and she responded to that. I just don’t know.
I hope to get work done today, and go get in the water. Maybe do some reading. Maybe a little writing. If the muse drives. Right now I’d just like to get over my shakes.