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meet lucy.













cute, huh?

she joined the fulghum family on saturday and is getting adjusted to life in the city.

this is a story about our first day with lucy.

in order for you to fully appreciate it, you probably need a little background info.

on me.

growing up i had a couple different dogs, but i've never really been a dog person. actually i've never really been an animal person at all. it's not that i didn't like animals. it's just that i didn't like animals to touch me. this viewpoint got me harassed. a lot.

apparently people assume...you don't like animals...you're a horrible person.

well recently, not only have i started allowing dogs to touch me, i've started to like them too. i know. crazy. i learned they really aren't so bad.

so, this leads to the fulghum's getting a dog.

enough of this boring stuff. on to the goodness.

anyways, we pick lucy up on saturday from her breeder, in a small town outside of st. louis. four hours from kansas city.

now, clay and i are both oldest children so obviously there is a lot of planning and organization that goes on in our house.

in preparation for getting a puppy, we read this (thank you assuntos):



















those monks really know what they're talking about. it's good. it's been our puppy bible.

unfortunately we did not follow one very important suggestion the monks made.

"cover your lap and the seating area next to you with a towel or old bedsheet in case the puppy gets carsick."

when we were packing lucy up, the breeder said...and i quote..."doodle's tend to get carsick, so make sure you cover your lap with a towel."

we say our goodbyes, get lucy settled in my lap (without a towel) and hit the road.

clay and i discuss whether or not we should find a wal-mart and stop and get a towel. against our better judgement, we decide we'll be fine. i'm sure she won't get sick.

we stop for gas, oh 10 minutes out of town and lucy jumps from my lap into clay's seat. she is jumping on the door and looking out the window. we get back on the road and she is attempting to jump up onto the dashboard. we keep laughing.



















oh, look how cute lucy is...she wants to see out the window.

she finally settles down in my lap. the next thing i know i feel a warm sensation on my right leg.

lucy urinated. all over me.

and we still have 3 hours and 45 minutes to go.

no worries. just a little pee. nothing i can't handle.

she settles back into my lap.

awww...5 minutes have gone by. this isn't so bad. i can be a dog owner.

lucy goes in for a yawn.

and throws up all over my left leg, the middle console and the seatbelt.

not to be graphic or anything, but there were chunks.

i may have freaked out a little bit. yelled at clay to pull over. insisted that i have no idea how to be a dog owner and refused to be a passenger any longer.

now that my right side is covered in urine and my left side is covered in up chuck. and we have 3 hours and 40 minutes left in our journey.

i will drive. clay can handle lucy.

after she threw up one more time on the floorboard, we stopped at a wal-mart and bought some towels, carpet cleaner and a snack.

and lucy spent the rest of the trip here:















of course, once we had the towels, there were no more accidents. isn't that how it always works.

we finally made it home and the first two nights were rough, but now she is sleeping beautifully and loves it here at the fulghum house...as far as we can tell.