Showing posts with label Lola. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lola. Show all posts

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Some of "My" Critters

I have a really nasty head and chest cold at the moment.  I want to get rid of it as soon as possible.  Therefore, I might not blog  for a few days, just trying to drive the cold out.
Cooper

Lola

Pounce

Leofgifu

Rosie

Tess - the gazelle/wolf dog

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Boulder Views

The first four photos are of Boulder Creek, which runs at the southern end of my apartment building.  The top photos of the pairs were taken on Thursday, 7 May; the second photos were taken this morning, the 10th of May.  The Creek is rising...


Mother's Day snow (today) on a tree

Cooper looking pathetic because it's snowing outside

Lola really doesn't care

Looking west at 5:30 a.m. on 10 May 2015 -  there are three more ridges hidden in the fog, clouds, and snow, that you can't see...

Friday, September 26, 2014

Disappointed

I am disappointed in my two canine charges this morning.  Cooper and Lola are both rescue dogs - an English Springer Spaniel and a German Shepherd-hound mix.  I've taken care of them for almost two years now, and haven't had many problems.  I walk them both at the same time, twice a day, for an hour.  They have a third of an acre for their backyard, and, while they do't have a "doggie door," in good weather the patio door stands open during the daylight hours, so the dogs can always go out to relieve themselves.  Lola also patrols the yard, barking at any incursions, and Cooper amuses himself chasing any airplanes that fly over (and we're near a small airport).  I haven't had any trouble with the dogs since my first visit.  (The three cats, while not angels, don't cause problems, either - other than getting Tipsi inside at dusk.)
   Last night, 30 minutes before the dogs' dinner time, Lola (the mixed breed) licked my arm, made eye contact with me, and promptly shat on the floor next to my chair.  I was amazed.  As soon as I realized what her position indicated, I yelled, "Lola! No! Bad dog!" - by the time I was on my feet, she had dumped everything.  It easily filled a 12-inch pizza box.  What infuriated, concerned, and amazed me was that the open door to the patio was less than ten feet away - she could very easily have walked outside, and relieved herself in the yard.  I picked everything up, and used Pine-Sol on the wood floor, then Lysol.  The doggies acted as if everything was fine and normal.  I took them out for their after dinner walk, and then took them out in the back yard every 90 minutes after dark, until I went to bed at midnight.
   I got up this morning, dressed, and went down to feed all the critters - this was at 5:20 this morning, I had taken the dogs out for 5 minutes at midnight - normally, I would just turn them out, but we've had a mountain lion in the area, so I went out, also.  I stepped into the kitchen and gagged.  There were two more huge piles of dog poop - one beside each of the food bowls, on opposite sides of the kitchen.  I turned the dogs out, cleaned up the mess, and then fed and watered everyone.
  I'm just trying to figure out why the dog(s) are suddenly having "accidents."  I'm their usual pet sitter.  Their food, treats and schedule has not changed.  Yes, Len and Susan were gone, but that's when I come to care for them...  Ah.  I just had the light bulb turn on over my head.  -  Shirley isn't there.  Susan's Mom lived in the downstairs apartment, and the dogs always ran down and visited her several times a day.  Shirley passed away in July, and this family trip was to take her cremains back to New York.  -  That's the big change...  I'll have to let Len and Susan know,,,  I wonder if they've been "having accidents" with their parents there?   I'll inquire when they return tonight.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Lola, A Filly of My Dreams

Is this how you dog paddle?

I can do dressage moves!

Lola, after shedding her baby coat


I have fallen in love with a 2-year-old filly.  Her name is Lola, and she lives at the Pelton Vanners Farm in Lady Lake, Florida.  Her dam is a beautiful, mostly black Gypsy Vanner; her sire is a bay roan Ardennes stallion, imported from Belgium.  ...  If I had the means, I'd go to any length to purchase and train this girl!