Ethel is the most polite dog I have ever shared space with.

She doesn't bark when I'm out, although her face of sadness is a truly remarkable work. She's had no "accidents" in the apartment. SHE PUTS HER TOYS AWAY!!

Her most annoying habits maybe the insane excitement at almost anything: Eating, my returning home, my saying good girl . . . and that when I'm asleep, if she wants something, I will wake up and be looking into her eyes. She seems to have no problem staring into my closed eyes to see when I wake up.

I love dogs and I'm used to their nuttsziness but this dog spent at least the first four months of her life being alone and ignored. She followed me home. I'm glad she did.

And she's a babe magnet which is great when I'm sunken eyed, emaciated, and talk in a voice that sounds like blub blub blub - the lonely little retarded man I think is how I come off, with a cute dog.