Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
THANK GOD the girl working the front desk was busy so my humans could get a good look at what was going on. This poor little Schnauzer was having his fur ripped out with a fine tooth comb and he kept telling the girl that it hurt but she would not listen. I kept scratching C and telling her to let me go because there was no way I was going to stay there but she just ignored me. Finally, this little fluffy dog AKA "my guardian angel" walked by and peed all over the floor right by where C was standing and that made her mad. C told B that the place was disgusting and she said she felt sad for the animals who were obviously being mistreated so we walked right out of that room! I have never been so happy in all my life.
After we walked out, C felt so guilty for almost subjecting me to that torture that she bought me a Greenie and a new Tire thing that rolls around. I am such a lucky girl!
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Once we got home, C put some olive oil on my kibble and I LOVE when she does that. Instead of eating crunchy rocks, I get crunchy flavored rocks. THEN, and here’s where it gets good, I had to use the ladies room in the middle of the night so C let me out and instead of making me get right back in my kennel, she let me lay in her lap for a while. She scratched my ears and rubbed my belly. I think I might try that again tonight. I am safe as long as B doesn’t wake up and take me out. He actually puts me on my leash to go to the bathroom. Can you believe it? In all fairness, I do try to run away from him and wake up C so she’ll take me out instead, but come on is the leash really necessary? Anyways, it was a great day.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
This is me.
My name is Lola and I am six months old. I live with my humans B and C in Arizona. C seems to think that I am most likely a labaweenie (part lab and part dachshund.) I am not 100% sure who or what my parents were because I ran away from home when I was really young. I wanted a better life and had dreams of liver flavored treats, fluffy dog beds, and jewel encrusted dog collars.
C is the best, I just love her so much. She gives me ice cubes, let's me drink water out of the bathtub faucet, and always gives me a sample of what she is eating. She is also very funny. She talks to me in this high-pitched baby voice that cracks me up, I'm like "Hello I am six months old, I'm not a baby anymore" but she seems to like it so I don't complain. B is... growing on me. Let's just say I am "fond" of him. He is fun to play with, but he gets so mad when I eat his shoes or underwear. I wish he would just chillax sometimes.