A Bulldog's Agility

Bulldogs aren't known for their grace.  They aren't known for their ability to herd cows or their fast learning habits.  They don't jump into watered territories after rubber ducks and they certainly don't hunt anything (except the occasional biscuit).

However, they are known to be lovable, tolerant, and sweet.  Our little one loves attention.  Lots of it.  During every waking hour (which for her, isn't often).

That being said, there are sometimes that Lola will defy the odds.  She will get an unprecedented burst of energy that will leave us in a state of confusion.  Because, really Lola, where did that come from?

I now present to you a time in which this energy came bursting from her seams.  Let me set the scene for you...

Lola loves Nate.  Idolizes him.  Wants to be at his side.  Follows him around aimlessly.  Yearns for his affection.  Wants to carry his children. 

Okay, the last thing isn't true. 

But you know what, it's hurtful, because the rub downs, belly scratches and kisses come mainly from Yours Truly.  I'm the one that lays on the floor and gets her slobbery kisses all over my face.  And arms.  And feet.  And I'm the one who talks to her and asks how her day was.  And I'm the one who gives her the attention that she not only needs but deserves.

But I digress...

Wait, where was I?

Oh yes.  So when Nate goes somewhere out of her sight, Lola will just wait.  She'll hang her large bulldog head and anxiously fret until he returns.  It usually looks something like this.

But when he returns, LOOK OUT!  I would like to show you how excited she gets with an example.

This is my laundry room.  Nothing too exciting, except for the terribly torn up laundry basket. 

You know, because I do laundry so much. 

Yeah, that's it.

This is Lola upon being called by Nate.

Come 'ere girl!

"Oh boy Daddy!  Did you say bacon?  Am I walking on air?  What's going on?"

"Shoo...those three stairs were exhausting.  Give me a second Daddy.  I'm worn out.  Wait, where's the bacon?"

"Seriously Daddy.  I love you and all.  You're the reason for my season.  The kibble to my bits.  But WHERE IS THE BACON ALREADY?"

Oh Lola.  How I marvel in your wonder.  How you fascinate me with your disproportionate head, which will never quite match up to that oversize body.

But seriously.  Do you have to snore so loud?