At 8 1/2 years old, little Lola found herself looking for a new home. She was a tiny little thing, and just as cute as can be. I thought at her age, she might be a little confused, but if she was, she never showed it. She loved to be held, and cuddled, and to have her little belly rubbed. She would lay cradled in your arm, like a baby, and fall asleep. I knew I needed the perfect home for her. Alyce and I spoke several times before I picked Lola up and we arranged a meeting once Lola was settled in and I knew she was adjusting well. When I pulled up that day, there was a sign on the door … “Welcome Lola”, and I knew even before Alyce greeted me, that Lola was home. This picture says it all…