The lovely Lola left our humble abode on Sunday morning, leaving us to yet again relish in our freedom. I'll admit, during her stay, there were moments where I really enjoyed having her around, especially in the morning. She was a sneaky little lady, so she knew that as soon as Ian was out the door, she was welcome on the bed for snuggles with me. I also didn't mind having her snuggle up next to me while I was working on the couch. Basically, anytime she was in a snugly mood, I was all for having a dog. It was the other parts of being a dog owner that I didn't enjoy. The walking early in the morning and before bed. The picking up poo (ICK!). The playing for HOURS. The whining when you're too busy or too tired to play. The yelping when you hide the toys because you're just so done with having your arm pulled out of its socket.
|Lola loved Ian. When no one would play with her, she'd end up on his lap while he played video games. Half the time, she'd even watch the screen.|
To catch her, we finally jumped in the car, drove toward her, opened the passenger door and called her name. Turns out she likes more than herding cars. She also likes riding in them. So, she hopped right in. What an adventure!
Moral of the story: dogs aren't for me... unless there's a breed that only wants to cuddle.
**When I came home Sunday night after skiing all afternoon, I will admit, I did miss having Lola waiting for me at the door. And, there have been moments in the last two days where I've waited for the jingle of her collar in the hallway making its way to my side. But, despite those small things, I'm happy to be back to enjoying my freedom, I swear!**