Lulu’s rags-to-riches story began on November 9, 2002, at the Mayor’s Alliance for NYC’s Animals first-ever adoption event. She was a very scared, scrawny, scraggly girl who’d been abandoned on the streets of Manhattan, and eventually brought to Animal Care and Control.  Despite her being half her healthy body weight and looking less than glamorous, her loving nature and bright, upbeat personality shone through. That wagging tail and sparkle in her eye helped her find a home where she was soon living the life of Riley.

Now, almost nine years later, she’s a very happy girl. Like any good pooch princess, Lulu has an extensive wardrobe, a toy collection that fills multiple bins and her very own “staff” – her groomer, her dogwalker, dogsitter and, of course, her very special vet, who all come to her versus her having to lift a paw. But she doesn’t lord her princess-ness over anyone. Well, not much. Her life on the streets left their mark; when outside, she speaks her mind quite forcibly to skateboarders and anyone, human or four-legged, who doesn’t pass muster. But safe inside, she’s a cuddlebunny and a lovebug who vocalizes her enjoyment for a good belly rub or a game of ball in the hall with a repertory of woofs, trills and whispery sighs. Lulu’s a sensitive soul who can intuit people’s feelings, responding to her human companions almost like a mind reader. She’s also got a sixth sense for where every park is and directs her owner to the nearest one to indulge her pursuit of squirrels and pigeons.  She adores Dr. Cary and Kimberly, looks forward to their visits, and tolerates the indignity of medical pokes and prods for the chance to plant some wet, sloppy kisses on their cheeks.