Lucy was back to her barky perky self.

She heard me talking to Kevin from next door this morning and was tin cupping her crate door to get out and go see him when I came in so of course she got to go.

Later it was saying HI! to Carlos and Viviana through the fence out back.

Leaping on The Curmudgeon’s lap for attention.

Wild bully runs slamming the couch into the radiator.

Scolding me for cookies and outs off and on all day–yeah, she’s BAAAAACK!

What is this thing you call personal spaze?