One day in March, 2018, Kathy and I were driving along West Main Street, a rather busy road with a speed limit of 35 mph. Suddenly this little dog went running right into the road, closely pursued by a little girl about 10 years old. Kathy hit the brakes and I jumped out of the car and chased the dog off the main road and down a side street. After a long chase, I eventually caught the dog and turned it over to the little girl. She was crying because she said that her mother had warned her that if the dog ever got out of the yard again, they’d return it to the pound. I’m a softie and couldn’t stand this poor little girl crying, so I gave her my business card and promised her that, if they had to get rid of the dog, we’d give her a home.
A few weeks later I got a call from the mother, telling me that the dog had gotten out again and she didn’t want her daughter to suffer seeing the dog killed on the road. Could I give her a home? Of course, I said, and a few days later they came and dropped off Lola.
At first we worried about her; at 16 pounds, she’s not well suited for life in the country where there are coyotes. Still, we figured that if she stayed close to the other dogs, she’d be safe. This little dog loves to run, and she has “Arnold Schwartzenegger” muscles on her hind legs, so she can really take off. She’ll blast off, run a hundred yards, then turn around and come right back at full speed. She can readily outrun the other dogs.
She is also the most cuddly dog we’ve ever had. She loves to curl up on Kathy’s lap. We let her sleep on the bed with us, and she prefers to sleep right next to us. She’s full of personality and is easily the funniest dog we’ve ever had.