You know that feeling of watching the scenery out of the window of a speeding car? That’s how I feel the days fly into weeks. And everyday is full of Lola.
I am fortunate to have a wonderful doggie daycare to watch over my little one as I head to the office, now 4 days a week.
Our weekends are filled with walks, the first between 7:15 and 8:00 a.m., patrolling the periphery of the complex. Lola doesn’t really care to go out back – the grass is still dewy and she gingerly tip toes along the edge, over neighbor patios. So, we’ve taken to heading out the front door. Usually, Lola bolts right at the end of the walk, but this weekend, out the door and left. What is it that stimulates the willful decisions she confidently makes. No one is out that early on the weekend.
Back home after the obligatory peeps and hopefully poop. She get a treat and we make breakfast, which lately, Lola has been ignoring – teenagers! Morning naps for Lola have become the norm while I empty the dishwasher, do a load of laundry, take a bath, or read the Sunday paper.
Yesterday, Lola went to the Corner Barkery and used the gift certificate from her buddy Ace and his folks, Jack and Pam. There was an adorable taco costume that nearly jumped into my arms, but I held back. I constantly call Lola my puppy burrito. It was hilarious – it just folds around her belly and fastens on the top. But Lola already has a lovely kimono to wear for Halloween. So, we spent the $25 on treats and poop bags.
Today, we headed back to the dog park and met Nigel, a Boston Terrier. He wanted to dominate Lola and she would have any of it. She remained distant and aloof, beckoning me to the gate. I succumbed.
Sunday afternoon nap – doesn’t get any better than that. And then, Ace came calling. Lola was almost hospitable. Ace’s dad and I had a glass of wine and then we went for a walk – the final one of the day.
She’s sleeping now. What life – sleep, walk, eat, poop, give kisses, chase squirrels, be adored by all. That’s my life – with Lola.
