25. She's Back

Up until yesterday, Lucy was the Mr's dog. She'd follow him around, had to sit right next to him, whined if she couldn't. She wasn't completely indifferent to me, she just wasn't my dog. She didn't have to be in the same room as I was like before we moved. Did I mind? Not at first. It was nice to be alone in the bathroom. But then, I did mind. A lot. So I started campaigning. I snuck her treats when he wasn't around. I gave her extra meat with her meals. I even went so far as to give her two Greenies one night. And now, she's back.