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*as of 12/7/2020
About Lola
Hey there, my name is Lola. I'm a sleepy-eyed girl from the sleepy town of Arroyo Grande. I tend to keep my thoughts to myself. I may not talk much, but I love to listen, especially if you like to talk about work. I love to hear about your highs and lows. I'm at work in Soledad right now, but my goal is to retire by 2021 with a proud veteran or first responder. Spending my golden years living with a hero, eating dog biscuits, and run, run, running outside. That's the American dream for me!
From Lola's Handlers
"When NLK9s gave me Lola, I thought I ha a doggie playmate. Instead, Lola has become my everyday, everywhere partner. I plan my day as our dog and this has helped me to become a more caring, thoughtful person. I hadn't realized how happy I've become until my family told me to stop smiling so much; Lola has done that for me." -Orlando V.
See Lola's Progress Below
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My handler (I call him dad) and I have been going in the day rooms and working on opening the locker doors and the food door, in which I don't know why he is doing that because every time I stroll on by the food locker I grab the tug and pull it open waiting on my clap and cheer with my goodies in there and then I would hear him say thank you but that's not what we are doing I just look at him and keep on walking but I'm saying, "you are the one who taught me that." I love my ball with the squeaky thing, and I also like playing hide and seek. In all fairness, the same game he got from my first handler. I love them both. My bestie Rose has been gone for a long time. I wonder where she is because I miss her so much. Lastly, I love rawhides of any kind.
May 2020 Update
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Well, that's the final straw. My handler, my buddy, my partner — Orlando — packed his bags, hopped the train, and went home to his family.
After all the long hours I put into teaching him Bond-Based Choice Teaching: "Settle Orlando," "Can you be patient, Orlando?," "Let's not pull the leash, Orlando," "Ick! Are you really going to eat that?!"
Well, two can play that game. I'm gonna hop a train and head to Oklahoma. Yep, that's what I'm gonna do. I'll join the circus and I'll never have to fall in love again. I don't need his hugs, I don't need his kibbles, and I won't miss his snoring either.
Hmm, do they have rawhides in Oklahoma? How about socks? He had real tasty socks. Well, maybe I should think this one through. I'll give it a week and walk the new guy around the yard and see how many rawhides he has.
Orlando, I wish you well, but I also wish you'd stayed. I'm kinda worried — who will be my best friend? Will he talk to me at night? Will he think I'm pretty and smart? Will he cry like you cried when you left me?
February 2020 Update
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My long nightmare is over! I finally stopped wearing my panties. Did I tell you about my panties? Because I'm a girl, I had to wear panties for a month and it sucked. Everyone kept looking at me. Guys are weird like that. Anyway, me and my sister Rose are done with our cycle and we are out there running around like we used to. We never did understand the big fuss, but I will say, my brothers are kinda cute. They sure didn't look so cute before I became a woman-dog. It must be a coincidence. I really believe in coincidence. Every morning we girls (Rose, Jeannine, and Luna) go to the dog park. We have a blast. We chase and wrestle and yell at each other. The boys try to jump the fence to get at us and we egg them on. They just don't know what they're getting into. We broads are tough, so we'll tell 'em, come on in, take your chances. We girls are really united. I love my sisters.
January 2020 Update
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Lola here! Stevie and I are working on me not eating things off the ground. He keeps asking me not to but he just doesn't know how good things smell down here. I'm getting it, I'm just a work in progress. I know he is happy because I stop putting my front two paws on people. I don't understand why people get mad. That's the way I give a handshake! I love smelly walks, eating grass, and I believe I'm the tug champ. My favorite treat is rawhide. I can walk by any puppy and show them a disappearing act with their own rawhide that was in their mouth.
April 2020 Update
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I've been trying to be more polite. I guess I get too excited when I meet people. When I see you people, I just KNOW that you have treats so I really want to get up there and get it. Why should you have to bend down and possibly hurt your back? I want to help you by making this easy for you. So I'm working on changing the bad habits of people who want me to wait for them to say hello. My handler thinks I'm crazy and he's totally disagrees with me. So there we are. I love to go to the park with my sisters. We get to run around and play without those stinky boys trying to paw us. We have fun!
December 2019 Update
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Ick, ick, ick, ick, ick; all day long Orlando is telling me that the things I love are icky. I love to eat from Mother Earth. Rocks, papers, cat poop, these are all natural and healthy things. He just doesn't understand, I'm not a city girl, I'm a country girl and I like outdoor food. I'm still trying to be more professional when I meet people. I like reaching out and touching people I meet, but in America I'm supposed to let them reach out and touch me. It's a weird program, but I want to fit in, so I'm working on it.
RAWHIDES. How many times do I have to say it? Rawhides. If I could chase my brothers and sisters while chewing a rawhide, then the word would be perfect. If I could chase while chewing a rawhide and the rawhide tasted like cat poop, then I would know that dog heaven is real.
November 2019 Update
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Hey guys, it's Lola. Big news: my frenemy, Rose, just moved next door to me. People think we hate each other because we're always going at it, but she's the best. I did a quick inspection of her kennel when she moved in and she's alright. Her handler gave me some carrots, so he's alright too. I guess that's part of my problem. People tell me that I can't continue to go into other kennels to take rawhides. I don't mean any harm by it, but a rawhide is a rawhide and If you aren't using it, then... So I'm trying to be less grabby. I also have to work on playing well with others. I just love to run and play but the people keep telling me to settle and to calm down. But, it's not play and it's definitely not fun to settle and calm down. So right now, we're in negotiations on this issue. I'm thinking of hiring an attorney. My favorite pastime is rawhides, rawhides, rawhides. I also like throwing tantrums. I just roll around in my kennel and kick the sides and bite my blanket. Man, that is so much fun.
September 2019 Update
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This is Lola barking at you! Everyday these guys try to teach me how to distinguish between a yellow ball and a blue ball and how to pick out a cup from a pen. Come on, why do I have to learn this stuff? What's next, algebra? Apparently I can't jump up and down when I'm happy. Whenever I do, I'm told that I have to keep "four paws on the ground." There are some people I like so much that I want to jump on them. The best part of the dog day is night. I get to run around with my cousin Rose! She's just a baby, 4 month-old so I try to look out for her. She's probably the only one of my friends who can keep up with me when I run. Sometimes, though, we get angry with each other and she bites my ears, but we make up later. I know she doesn't want to hurt me. The next day we laugh about it while we're running in the mud! Oh yeah, I like mud!
August 2019 Update
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Lola here! Lately I've been really working on trying to contain my emotions. Sometimes when I meet really happy people I get super-amped and jump up with excitement. Oops! I know I'm not suppose to do that, but if I like you, I like you. People tell me that there's a difference between blue and yellow. They keep showing me things and asking me which is yellow and which is blue. Boring. If I figure it out, maybe I'll get to go outside and run. Cross your fingers for me. I'm also working on not biting my handler's fan. He keeps telling me to be gentle, but come on, it's going round and round and round... it's not being gentle with my. But, he keeps asking me nicely, so I'm trying to hold back. People tell me that I'm quiet and well-mannered, but just let me loose in a grassy field and I'll show you how us girls from Arroyo Grande like to play. Really, I'm just a country girl at heart. I've been turned onto sweet potato treats. Has anybody heard of these things? Anybody? Who knew potatoes could taste so good? If you know a guy, who knows a guy, let me know.
July 2019 Update