Lulu knows something is wrong. She's not being herself. Yes, she's a lazy dog but she's been even lazier. Looking even sadder. Laying on the sofa, looking straight at the front door as if she's waiting for Tom to walk in the door. If you ask her where Tom is she knits her brows together and looks around. I know she misses him too. Because honestly, I'm pretty sure she loved him more than me.