Lulu bought better dog biscuits, practiced harder on the flute, and memorized saying in German (though it made her want to throw up), “You are the bestest, most beautiful dog in the world.” But Wednesday was worse than Monday and Tuesday combined because Brutus wouldn’t start walking, and Pookie wouldn’t stop yelping, and Cordelia hid so well that she couldn’t be found, in addition to which Brutus missed and pooped all over Lulu’s foot—maybe on purpose. Fleischman, who was hanging around, asked if he could help. Lulu sighed and said a grouchy, “Okay.”