I’ve been hearing my humans talking about “celebrating Lola’s birthday” today. I don’t remember being born, nor do I remember much about being a puppy. And, I don’t think my humans know what day I was born either. They just picked a day and are guessing that I’m about three years old. I heard them say something about being “adopted” on this day last year. . . I’m not sure what that means.
I do remember, however, being so very pregnant and hungry. That must not have been a good thing, because somehow I landed in a cage in a noisy, concrete building called a “shelter” in a place named “West Virginia.” That was more than a year ago, in April of 2010. Since that time a LOT of things have happened – some good, some not so good, and some absolutely terrific!
Like today, for instance, everyone is paying attention to me and speaking in happy, excited voices. Oh look! My lady human, Dee, is walking towards me with her arms just full of things! I don’t know what they are . . . they’re all wrapped up in this light, fluffy paper. Oh! She’s putting everything down on the floor and calling my name!
Pardon me for a moment . . . . sniff, sniff, sniff . . . . oh, boy! Something smells so very good over there. If this is what “celebrating my birthday” is all about, I think I’m gonna really like it.
I’m going to go see what’s on the floor now, but you’ll be hearing from me again. I have so many stories to tell . . . and, I keep hearing my humans say, “Lola, you have a special purpose and lots of work to do!”
I wonder what that means . . . . Guess I’ll find out soon.