This is Lola and my neighbor's puppy, Freida -- hard to get a non-blurry photo of her because she is a whirling dervish puppy. Lola adores her. She lets Freida bite her ears, bite her tails, jump all over her. She's incredibly patient. When we walk outside and she hears them talking to the puppy next door Lola's tail just starts going 90 miles an hour. Lola is about 6 years old and is spayed. Maybe she wishes she had had a puppy. She is a rescue so we don't know if she ever had puppies, but likely not.
Walking Lola used to feel like a chore, but the older I get the more I realize I need to get out every morning and just feel the sunshine on my face, and notice the lovely neighborhood I live in, with its pine trees, azaleas, magnolias -- so much beauty, everywhere. When I was young I didn't notice anything. One of the joys of aging is that because the world seems to be spinning around crazy fast, I realize it's important to pay attention. I don't want to miss anything, even canine friendships.
