|Taken the day after she came home.|
Lola has, over the course of the last ten months with me, been a huge source of delight, frustration, happiness and despair.
Yes, she's been here ten months now, and despite the above I've somehow not managed to leave her in a ditch or dropkick her, as I've threatened to do so many times when it's one in the morning and she's refusing to pee because it's cold and wet.
She's a pretty awful example of a terrier - both inside and out. Her pricked ears, arched back, and bowed legs would get her laughed out of the ring; and her shyness toward people, aggression/guarding toward dogs (though the latter is hardly atypical of 'dog hot' breeds like terriers) and lack of a huge prey drive or any real gameness wouldn't be much approved of either.
But she's my girl.
She's clever, quick to learn, and quick to apply what she learns. She can problem solve in a way Jess never could. She LIVES to do some of her tricks--to leap at me, for instance--as much as she lives to run, to fetch, to cuddle under the covers at night and lick my eyes and ears in the morning.
Right now she's led in my arms, snoring. She doesn't know it but I'm so grateful that I got her, all those months ago.
Here's to many more celebrations of this day, sweetheart.