Lola


Rat Terrier
Picture of Lola, a female Rat Terrier

Photo Comments

Home:Greenwich Village NYC, NY  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 8 Years   Sex: Female   Weight: 11-25 lbs

Photo Comments

Photo Comments

   Leave a bone for Lola

Nicknames:
Lolafanola, Boobles, Puppybutt, Babes, Scaredy Puppy, "What's your damage, Heather?", "Who's the baby?", Roast Puppybutt - Okay the last one is a threat

Quick Bio:
-purebred

Birthday:
April 24th 2004

Likes:
Her people, whatever you're eating, soft squeaky toys.

Pet-Peeves:
big dogs, people in door ways.

Favorite Toy:
Got some kleenex or paper towels lying around?

Favorite Food:
CHEESE!!!

Favorite Walk:
To any store where they give her treats.

Best Tricks:
talking, dancing, playing frisbee - she's a great doggy date

Arrival Story:
Long story, short. We had the choice of two puppies. One played and ignored us, and Lola was scared and shaking but came right up to us and curled into me. How could we resist!

Bio:
Her Daddy is her sun and her moon. Her Mommy is her favorite furniture. But I'm yours temporarily for a good butt scratch or belly rub or you know... food!!!!

Forums Motto:
Lola-Feed the puppy!

I've Been On Dogster Since:
February 25th 2006 More than 6 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
271145


Meet my Pup Pals
 

Sticks and Pigeons


Japanese Rice Crackers

February 25th 2006 8:30 pm
[ Leave A Comment ]

Oma and Opa and Grandma and Grandpa came for dinner. Now this might not seem like much to you, but it means one thing to me... Food and lots of it.

Grandma is a sucker for my eyebrows and she understands my pain. Mom bought these fancy japanese rice crackers and put them on the coffee table. Now is that psychological torture or what? What happened to the Geneva convention. Thankfully Grandma held to her one for me, one for you policy.

I scored about a quarter of a bag, and I almost made off with the Monchego to boot, but had to settle for the lid of the fig jam. Oh and the leftover pavlova when noone was looking. That was my original name after all. Pavlova, why shouldn't I eat it, I have a deep meaningful connection to that particular dessert. So what if Daddy thought Pavlova was too much of a mouthful and shortened it to Lola - just so he could say Run, Lola, Run! That got old fast.

Now where did they put the gouda?

 
See all diary entries for Lola