She knew, before we did.
One day, she attacked Rudy. Our neighbor's dog, a little black poodle who should really be called a puddle because he just loves everyone and everything and he's all about the love and happiness. He got chomped, blood and everything. I was mortified.
The Fed Ex guy dropped a package at our door, and had it not been for the glass, he would have lost some of his own package.
She won't leave me, for a second. Even in the bathroom. She forces the door open with her head, and if it won't budge, she leans agains the door and whines.
Even when the tests said no, she knew. And she was right.
The baby's due May 15. Rowan is very excited. And Lucy? She's on guard.