We are Dog People.

For the next 24 hours, anyway. We are dog sitting for our landlords who went to take their daughter to camp today and will be back tomorrow. Lulu's been here for an hour and so far so good! I don't think she knows that the last dog I watched tried to die on me or that I had to load her into the car and rush her to the doggie emergency room where she was checked in and tested for days before they found out she was suffering from a tick-born auto-immune disease which just happened to manifest itself the week her parents were out of town. (So totally not my fault, is what I'm trying to say. But nonetheless.)
The first thing I told Lulu when she got here was, "I promise I won't kill you!" Her ears perked up a little bit as if to say, "Is that something I should be concerned about?" She immediately went to sit at Bryan's side.
This is Lu:

Not dead. Just sleeping.