Sometimes you just don't know what you're missing until you have it. In my case, "it" happened to be Lola. I was given Lola as a college graduation present from my grandmother. I remember hissing under my breath to my mother, "But I don't like little dogs!" I intended to give Lola back to my grandmother after my graduation party was over. There was that whole business of not liking little dogs and besides, I had just graduated from college and was looking to get a job and rent a place of my own, two things that aren't really compatible with a new puppy.
In the end, there was no hope for me. I fell in love with Lola (who remained unnamed for several days) and have never looked back. It took me awhile to find a landlord who would let me have a pet, but she was worth the wait.
Lola is totally me in dog form. She's finicky and particular and loves to nap in the sunshine. She likes to be the center of attention and her bark is worse than her bite. She suffers from a wee bit major Napoleon complex and is a total Daddy's girl. Her full name is Lolita Scarlett O'Hara because I knew from the beginning that she would be just like my favorite heroine, her namesake. She is my baby girl, my darling, my Lola Bean.
Happy 6th birthday, Lola! I am so grateful that you came into my life and really can't imagine it without you in it. I love you, Bean!
Snuggling with mama:
A good back scratch in the sunny grass:
Napping with Daddy:
Wondering who in the hell this Pleepleus character is:
And just being her beautiful self (on neighborhood watch, of course):
