She is the ringtone on my phone, The Kink's "LOLA" plays each time someone needs to get a hold of me. Lola is my big, gentle, patient, sweet, 7 year old Saint Bernard. She is one of our four dogs, but holds an extra special place in my heart. Lola has been with me the longest, pre-homeowner, pre-shop owner, pre-husband, pre-second dog (aka Little Man Tate), pre-baby, and has welcomed all of the changes in our lives with open arms. She never complains about sharing her yard, her bed, her food, her toys and is happy just to be in the family.
I plan to devote a post to each of our four dogs over the next few weeks, a tribute to each of them and a thank you for being a part of the family. Lola's kind, gentle manor and sweet face make me smile everytime I look at her. She is my Lola, always there, never questioning, loving with all of her being.
I think this photo says it all when it comes to my French Bulldog mix named Tate. Here he is, relaxing in his adirondack chair with a morning cup of coffee. If I didn't know better, I wouldn't even think of him as a dog!
Tate was brought into the family as a "shop" dog, someone to keep me company in my antique shop, as Lola was simply too big and would knock everything over. Tate came to me all the way from Alabama and has adapted to the cold Vermont weather pretty well, with the help of a few handmade sweaters of course. He lives to love, and loves to live. He drives me crazy and melts my heart all at the same time. He is constantly in trouble... jumping, stealing food, getting into the garbage, rolling in poop, tracking mud in the house, destroying pillows, you name it and he has done it. In fact, as I am writing this I am pretty sure he is doing something terrible. Yet at the end of the day it all still amuses me, and I wouldn't have it any other way.