She didn’t. Brutus hated the taste of Lulu’s cheap dog biscuits. Pookie yelped when Lulu toot-toot-tootled the toy plastic flute in her ear. And Cordelia, who either did not understand or pretended to not understand Lulu’s German, kept right on hiding. In other words, Tuesday was just as bad as Monday. Fleischman, who was hanging around, asked Lulu if he could help her. Lulu sighed and said a grouchy, “Okay.”