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There is something wrong with Lulu.

On at least three occasions since I've been home Lulu has yelped in pain. She hasn't done it in my sight, however, so I'm puzzled as to the cause or reason for her complaints.

Isabella has been especially demonstrative to me. Whenever Lulu is behaving strangely, Isabella makes it a point to get my attention. She walks deliberately toward me, fixing me with her murky eye. If I kneel down to her level, she walks right up to me and puts her front paws on my lap, then looks uncomfortably over her shoulder at Lulu. Lulu is a pathetic creature at this point, really playing the part of a wounded soul.

Tonight she wouldn't even touch her dinner! I could tell that she was hungry, and she wanted to eat it...but she put a lot of effort into NOT eating it. Hunger strike!

My reading of their story is that Matt took the girls on at least one "pack walk" to the "Dog Park" and Lulu got her ass handed to her on a doggy platter. I don't think that she was physically damaged beyond care and repair, but emotionally she has been severely shaken.

I don't know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing. I have long avoided the Dog Park people, for at least as long as Lulu has been with me. Once Frankie could no longer catch the frisbee, the Dog Park seemed less fun. The only reason we were excited about the park was because it allowed us space to run and catch the frisbee. Too many other people made it an "issue" and spoiled the fun.

Hopefully she will have an appetite for breakfast in a few hours. If I can let her know that I understand her story, maybe she will be able to relax.