Lola In The City

Five years ago today this little shit came into my life. 

Because we are dorks, we refer to today as our "Lolaversary." (And I, being the bigger of the two dorks, pretend Lola even cares.) 

Truth be told, I don't know what I would do without her. Lola and I have been through some shit in our five years together. 

• Broken leg (her)
• Divorce (me)
• Move halfway across country (both of us)
• Unemployment (me)
• Bad dates (me)

Although the Richmond SPCA where I adopted her didn't know about her history my guess is she was loved by a family and had a life that involved lots of time on the furniture and NO time on a leash. She quickly adapted to my lifestyle of long work hours and a crazy schedule thanks to a yard, doggie day care and a boss that didn't mind me bringing her into the office when I had to work late nights or weekends (even after she pooped in the conference room). I even had a stash of toys for her at my desk. It became common to hear on Monday morning, "Hey, Lola left her ball in my workstation."

She adapted just a quickly to apartment city living when we moved to Chicago. Rather than being afraid of the El rumbling overhead she was fascinated by it. The sights! The sounds! The smells! The rats (good grief, this dog LOVES rats)! Living in a heavily Hispanic neighborhood fireworks are a frequent occurrence. Doesn't phase her in the least.  And even though I wasn't home to witness it, I credit Lola for thwarting the two, that's right TWO, attempted break ins.  

We have a lot of fun, too. We have covered almost every block of Logan Square, Bucktown and Wicker Park. There have been many visits to the dog park (here and in Richmond). We have played fetch until I thought my arm would fall off. We have even developed an apartment version that we hope annoys Creepy Landlord. Oh, and we dance! We love to dance. Lola is a big fan of Flogging Molly in particular.  

So, today I would just like to say a big Happy Lolaversary to my best friend! Here's an extra rawhide.