- 29 Aug 08, 02:00#62108Lulu was the biggest and most out-going pup from a litter of six, the only one that is orange, and was one of the few extra-fuzzy ones. Born in early 2007, we took Lulu earlier than we should have, after just a few weeks, and while we tried to feed her milk from a tiny bottle she simply would not drink, and she was too young to know what to do with her dish of water and soft, moist food. I feared she would die and we returned her to her mother, but her mother quit feeding them earlier than she should have and we took her home again, at which point she went straight for the water and even dry chow right away, which was odd for a pup so young.
While the other pups from the litter settled down a long time ago, Lulu remains really hyper and you'd swear she never sleeps. She literally bounces off the walls and is the most destructive animal I've ever encountered. If either my wife or myself are at home, she was focused on us and wanted to play with us all day every day, but if she was left home alone she ravaged the house and everything she could reach. She dug into my walls, ripped all the fabric off the couch and love seat, chewed up all my wooden furniture, chewed up all the books on my book case, chewed the cords off of all devices that have cords, pulled up and shredded the living room carpet, and pealed the linoleum off the kitchen floor, among other things.
Things became worse when my mother asked me to care for a second dog from the litter, Speck, whom we took in when they were perhaps nine months old. Speck was the second-largest of the litter, one of the super-fuzzy ones (three were short-haired and much smaller), and is the only other one to retain boundless energy. She appears in the background of one of my attachments, sitting on a coffee table in my living room. Between the two of them, they basically dominated the living room and kitchen, to which their access was limited through use of child gates. You didn't dare try doing more than pass through those rooms, as they would repeatedly bounce off of you and hang from your clothes with their mouths in effort to play.
After a cat had found a way of entering the house through my bathroom ceiling (at the time having new insulation put up and some work done), Lulu realized that she was more than capable of leaping over the child gates, which at that point ceased to limit her access to the house, so I had to construct new gates that were almost entire doors (except I wanted to be able to see through them and for air to pass through), and that worked pretty well until we kicked them out of the house. After she had lived outside for a while, we had her spayed, after which she had to spend a couple weeks indoors while she healed and I again had to put up my special anti-Lulu gate. When the day came that she was to go back outside, it seemed that she somehow read my mind and knew her time was up, because she happily charged toward me and smashed through the gate like Godzilla smashing through a skyscraper, absolutely demolishing it despite it being built using rigid screens intended to prevent your dogs from smashing through screen doors.
Well, anyway, that's our little monster. I love her, but she's a handful.
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Le coeur a ses raisons que la raison ne connaît point. 
!! Sorry SF but I'm lonely and the mind tend's to wonder 
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, going through all this with the RAF and knowing that I wont see her as much
