|Whatever Lola Wants, the bitch gets. (Reference Photo)|
|Brutus growled and barked|
for the first time.
|Mr. Fuzzy couldn't be found.|
Lola's, however, sparkled. She totally dominated the scene--took right over. No one could get a word in besides "Lola, NO!" The large, still growing, one year old couldn't sit for longer than a second. She was a whirling dirvish and very vocal, a possible candidate for Lederman's stupid pet tricks. If held, she'd nip or bite. She was a law suit waiting to happen for her Omega owner who loves her way too much to scold. Eventually, thank The Lord, she peed the floor and was vanquished to her crate. Ignoring remorseful cries, the holiday became a holiday--except, What to do with the Alpha bitch dominated everyone's conversation. Ritalin came to mind.
|First pass drawing in the peace of early morning. Thirty minutes with Lola--on paper, okay, in the fur, exhausting.|