Poor Nunu is still grieving. She’s lonely though she’s doing a bit better. She dislikes being alone so is very glad when one of us comes home. Unfortunately, we’re not home all day so she suffers. When I pull into the driveway, I see Nunu peering out the window at me. If I delay at all, she begins to bark. If that doesn’t work, I can hear her cry. I’ve never heard a dog cry before but that’s what she does.
Poor dog. She’s not happy.