Don't leave me home alone

Before I told Lucy goodbye, I promised her that I would tell the world how much fun she was, and how great she was. I don't know if she would want you to know this, but she was mad at me for leaving her at home when I worked, and this is my bicycle helmet that she damaged. I still wear it. I knew she was my dog when I saw this because I knew she would not put up with being penned in an enclosed space without her freedom. Just like me, she wanted to know what was going on out in the world, and I loved her deeply for it. Who cares about bite marks on a helmet? It works fine even today.