Hello, Lady Lola here, I am a Border Terrier

Eleven weeks and still growing.

Hello Everyone, Lady Lola here, but you may call me Lola. My real Mum (my dog Mum) is Lady Bella, I heard her  tell her new friends, " but you can call me Bella." So you can call me “Lola”. I was one of 5 puppies born on the 24th June 2020; I mentioned that because I would like everyone to send me a birthday greeting on the 24th every month! That's how we dogs do it. Anyway, I was Mum's third litter. I was born with five brothers and me, the only bitch, that's not rude that's what they call girl dogs, Mum said because it was the third time having a litter of puppies she is finding it more comfortable and she has NEVER had to have a midwife called to her giving birth. She sounded proud of that. However, S was at hand to put us in a blanket and wipe us down. 

            Me when I was born. K says it looks like I had a sunburned nose.

                                       

I don't remember much of my first few weeks, but with five brothers I expect I had quite a fun time playing and sleeping. My Dad S sold me, for a lot of money because I have a very famous dog dad. He is a stud and has walked around Crufts showing his stuff off, and he quite likes the ladies! My new human parents got fed up with me weeing in the house, and sometimes I did big jobbies, what do they expect!  Human babies wee & poo in the nappies until they are five years, I think. S says I must never mention those two by name because he might get sued and was not going to pay lawyers lots of money to let them buy another Porsche! 

Oh, I loved to be back home with S and Mummy Bella and my sister Lady Roma and grumpy old Ambrose, who nearly bit my head off, lots of times. 

   My Mum Lady Bella ( the big one) and my sister Lady Roma

I was only home with Mum and Roma for two days before S sold me again to my new human Mum K. Mind you, S did give the money back to the old owners, so he did not get two lots of cash, S is a sincere man. I remember it was a Sunday and S was getting worried about letting me leave home, again.  He said he would keep me, but he already had Mum and Roma and grumpy Ambrose. K and Aunty J arrive about lunchtime, and by then, I was very tired of playing with Sister Roma all morning. 

                                               Me with Aunty J just before I left for Devon

So I was put in a cage for the long journey to the West Country, S was very excited that I would be living near the beach, he said he wished he was going to the beach with me. On the journey down, Aunty J kept saying how far the next petrol station was because she needed a wee stop, at some point. When Aunty J went to the loo,  K would open the boot of the car and push her head through my cage so I could play with her hair! My feet were not allowed to touch the ground because I had not had my 12-week injection, and could catch and die from some dog disease. I was delighted that a dog nappy was put in my cage because I also need a wee and had already learned at 11 weeks old that I should wee on that nappy. S always said how clever I was to learn that little trick so young. I love him praising me. 

                                                   Me when I got to Devon, I was a "dog tired"