|This was decidedly NOT taken today.|
Jess was most unimpressed at the weather. It's been very fickle lately (sunny one minute, thick black clouds the next), and today when I took the dogs out, five minutes into the walk it started to lash down with hail. Oops. Jess started cowering and trying to drag me back; Lola wanted to play ball still but equally fled under tree-cover between throws. I ended up taking them back after an eight or nine minute walk, and then that was it until it fined up a little in the evening. (And even when I took just Lola out in the early evening, we got soaked. British weather!)
Another thing of note was the visit of my mum's best friend, who used to live with us. She moved out in February (when Lola was around four and a half to five months old), and she hasn't been back since. She and Lola never really connected, either.
Said friend let herself in - I hadn't known that was her plan, or I'd have had Lola out at the time she was going to arrive. Lola freaked out at this "stranger" suddenly entering the house; barking and growling and dashing away with wide eyes. I took her out to the (rainy) yard and sat with her for a few seconds until she was a little calmer, then we went back in.
It took Lola a few hours to get used to Mum's friend being here again; but around half an hour before the friend left, Lola crept over to her and gingerly wagged her tail. It was something, at least. It definitely didn't help that the friend uses big gestures and has a very loud voice, and that she bent over to pat Lola when she arrived.
I'm chalking this up as an experience on just the wrong side of neutral. Poor Lola. (And poor Jess.)