That’s just it really, one boy and his dog; some days that’s all he needs. Last December Lulu came into our lives after her previous family had decided that they no longer wanted her. When she arrived she was silent but loving. ‘A dog that doesn’t bark’ I thought! Once she had found her feet, she also found her voice, both her bark and her unspoken one. Our love and the sanctuary of our home enabled Lulu to come out of her shell. Jack instantly took to her, she was ‘his’ dog. She’s his ‘baby wuwu’. In the mornings he would want to give her her food (that’s after she had spent the night on our bed curled into him!) and more often not, if you want to find either one of them, you’ll find them together. Lulu seems to have an understanding with Jack. She is his completely, lets him do all sorts of things to her. She is often to be found sitting in a dolly buggy, party hat on head, being offered a bottle of milk (which she always refuses!) or sitting as you or I would in Jacks Fox-Denton chair, whilst he teaches her. I’ve come to realise that Lulu helps Jack to express himself and normalises certain things for him. He’s learning about give and take when it comes to affection (how ever much I hate her licking the side of his head, he loves it!), he’s learning that sometimes the person you want to play with just doesn’t feel like it but still loves you and comes back to you when they are ready. He’s getting unconditional love from a source that can not speak. They communicate on a much deeper level. She can not make demands or challenge him but can say ‘no’ without using the word. Unconditional love from someone who is quietly there at his side, whatever he throws at her. Lulu gives him comfort when he needs it, laying with him for hours; she runs to him when he cries and licks his face; she dotes on him and him on her. Lulu is quietly and gently giving Jack tools that he can transfer into the real world when he’s comfortable and ready; he really would be lost without her.