Adoptability factor 1: Snugglability

In the spirit of helping Lollie find her forever family, we thought it would be smart to spend a little more effort sharing what makes her so very adoptable. Although there are endless adoptability factors we could list, we’re going to try to make this a weekly series so we don’t overwhelm you too much.

Lollie loves to snuggle. Sitting, standing, laying down; on the bed, on the floor, in the car, in the yard (ok, maybe not in the yard); morning, noon, and night; in a box or with a fox; with or without a pillow and blanket. She will gladly drift off to sleep covered up with a blanket in her room after a long walk, or curl up with her face in your lap as you read or watch a movie. She has a knack for finding the softest possible spot to lay and curling herself up into an impossibly small jellybean shape, with her nose tucked under her back paws, which are extended over her face in a diver’s full-pike position. Sometimes, her little paws and nose twitch while she sleeps, as though she’s dreaming of running through a field, chasing Max the rabbit.

back to the grind

After a long, long weekend out of town, we are picking up both wonderdogs tonight. We can’t wait to get them back home! Lucky Chick has been boarding at his grandparents’ house with his best friend Tex the lab, and Lolita has been boarding at the vet’s so they can look after her as she recuperates from her spay surgery. The vet told us this morning that Lollie is doing great and everything is healing up nicely. Naturally, the receptionist lit up at Lollie’s name (just like everybody does) and offered many enthusiastic words of love and admiration for our little girl.

Her stitches will have to wait a few more days to come out, but soon enough she’ll be rid of le cone de shame and back to her regular routine!

Ask Lollie

Lollie’s first open-forum Q&A session. Keep the questions coming, friends!

Q: Lollie, what is your favorite book?

A: So many to choose from. One of my recent favorites is Lost Dogs, about the dogs rescued from the Michael Vick dogfighting operation. Now I’m really enjoying Outwitting Squirrels: 101 Cunning Stratagems to Reduce Dramatically the Egregious Misappropriation of Seed from Your Birdfeeder by Squirrels. I’m gonna get those suckers someday.

Q: Lollie, what should I get my mom for Christmanukah?

A: How about a flowery silk scarf or a seasoned rawhide chew?

Q: Lollie, is it a big responsibility, being a Beltway Insider?

A: I’m not gonna lie, it’s pretty stressful. But my fosterdad is a lawyer, so I’m thinking he’s going to keep me out of trouble.

Q: Lollie, why do people say “The Ukraine” instead of just “Ukraine”?

A:  Good question. You shouldn’t say “The Ukraine” any more than you should say “The Canada” or “The Manhattan.”

Q: Lollie, do you ever wear clothes?

A:  I don’t own any yet, but I am eyeing my stepbrother’s red hoodie for this winter.

Q: Lollie, I want to get a dog. What kind should I get?

A:  It doesn’t matter as long as you adopt it from a shelter or a rescue group. You know how I feel about pet overpopulation and puppy mills.

Q: Lollie, how do you maintain your girlish figure and your puppy-like energy?

A: Easy- I eat lots of salads:

giving thanks and a dance party

Lollie has plenty to be thankful about this Thanksgiving, not the least of which is her recent reincarnation as a spoiled house pet. But rather than continuing to focus on her sad past, Lolita would like to share the three things she is most thankful for: butt-scratches from her fostermom, her sweet dance moves, and her excellent taste in music.

Barbie? Hulk? Both?

To call Lollie’s waist “tiny” would be a vast understatement. The little lady is built like a cross between the incredible hulk, with his big rippling muscles on his shoulders, chest, and legs, and good ol Barbie, with her girlish charm and freakishly small waist.

Lolita's estranged parents?

At first, we thought her tiny waist was simply a result of obvious malnutrition from her unknown past. But after almost four weeks in our home eating high-quality food and plenty of peanut butter to supplement, her painfully visible ribs are retreating beneath her skin a little but her waist remains Barbiesque. Her post-spay bandage really accentuates the effect, but don’t think it’s an optical illusion: the bandage is not wrapped so tightly as to contort her waist into a small shape. That’s what it really looks like.

Have any of you cared for an under-nourished foster or rescue? How long did it take you to nurse it back to full weight?

drowsy and ovary-free

We picked a drowsy and cuddly Lolita up from the vet this morning, following her spay surgery yesterday. She looks so miserable.

woe is me.

woe, woe, woe.

Everything went well from the doctor’s perspective, but from Lola’s perspective, this all sucks. She has an embarassing bandage around her little waist, and the conehead is so confusing. She keeps thinking she is irreconcilably stuck on things:

stuck. damn.

stuck again. damn.

For the next few days, it’s going to be very short outings and a lot of sleeping and cuddling for Miss Lollie Wonderdog. Sounds pretty good to me.

a poem for you; well-wishes for lollie

Concentration is scarce among the Fosterfamily today, because our little wonderdog is at the vet getting spayed. In keeping with MCHS rules, our own values, and of course logic and reason, Lollie is putting the smackdown on pet overpopulation.

For today’s entry, I’d like to share a snippet from a poem that we stumbled upon while vainly searching for our fosterblog on Google (no luck finding it, by the way). It’s called “Walking the Dog,” by Howard Nemerov:

Two universes mosey down the street
Connected by love and a leash and nothing else.
Mostly I look at lamplight through the leaves
While he mooches along with tail up and snout down,
Getting a secret knowledge through the nose
Almost entirely hidden from my sight.

We stand while he’s enraptured by a bush
Till I can’t stand our standing any more
And haul him off; for our relationship
Is patience balancing to this side tug
And that side drag; a pair of symbionts
Contented not to think each other’s thoughts.

There is more, but the poet’s musings turn to poop scooping, so I thought I’d refrain 😉

Send well-wishes to our darling foster wonderdog while she undergoes surgery today!


Bathing Beauties

Last night was Dog Bath Night at Casa Fosterfamily. Dog Bath Parties are not a rigidly scheduled occurence. Rather, they happen when one of the critters rolls around in something particularly foul, has a series of very muddy walks, or, well, just gets that very doggy smell. Last night’s party falls mostly in the third category. As it turns out, two wonderdogs get smelly faster than just one wonderdog on its own.

For Dog Bath Night, we put on our scrubbiest clothes, throw a bunch of towels down on the bathroom floor, and lure the dogs in with some particularly delicious treats. I don’t know if this is a pit bull thing or if all dogs are like this, but Lolita and Chick are both very wary of bath parties. They pout, they tremble, they tuck their tail so far between their legs that it almost hits them in the face. It’s sad and adorable at once. But mostly just adorable. Here’s the proof in pictures:

is there a rope ladder around here anywhere?

check out my acrobatic tongue

After the hour-long ordeal, we had two very pouty, very clean, and very damp little wonderdogs. I snuggled them each up in a blanket and fed them a chewy snack to celebrate.

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