Lola

Hi, excuse me... yes, YOU. I’m the gorgeous girl you’ve been looking for. <br/><br/>I’m a stunning young lady, about 1 to 112 years old and 58.9 lbs of pure love, personality, and absolutely zero understanding of why everyone isn’t already obsessed with me. <br/><br/>Seriously. I’m kind of a big deal. <br/><br/>When my foster mom and I are out walking, people literally stop to tell her how beautiful I am. Sometimes cars pull over. I try to pretend this is normal, but honestly... I get it. The face. The markings. The whole package. I was simply blessed. <br/><br/>But I’m not just a pretty face!<br/><br/>I’m a certified sweetheart who believes personal space is highly overrated. When I’m happy to see you, I may greet you with a little face licking because apparently kisses are my love language. When I’m feeling extra cuddly, I’ll gently rest my head in your lap and stare at you like, “So... we live together forever now, right?” <br/><br/>I’m also pretty darn easy to live with. I’m crate trained, potty trained, sleep through the entire night, and I know how to sit. I even understand “No,” although I reserve the right to occasionally pretend I didn’t hear it. I’m still young, after all. <br/><br/>I LOVE being outside. Long walks? YES, PLEASE. I’m working on my leash manners, and my foster mom says I’m doing an amazing job. I’m learning that walks are supposed to involve moving forward instead of conducting a full investigation of every single blade of grass. <br/><br/>And when Houston decides it would like to recreate the surface of the sun? I’m perfectly happy coming inside, stretching out somewhere comfy, and relaxing with my people. I have absolutely no interest in melting for anyone.<br/><br/>My current home is a little cozy for a girl who enjoys getting outside and stretching her legs, so I’d love a family with a little more room to roam, a fenced yard, or humans who are ready to make long walks part of our routine.<br/><br/>What I really want, though, is a person or family who will adore me for more than my good looks. I want someone who will keep teaching me, keep me active, give me plenty of affection, and let me be the goofy, loving young girl I am.<br/><br/>I’ll bring the kisses.<br/>I’ll bring the cuddles.<br/>I’ll bring the beauty.<br/>You bring the couch. <br/><br/>Seems fair to me. <br/><br/>Ready to meet your new favorite walking partner, cuddle bug, and neighborhood celebrity?<br/><br/>Apply to adopt me!

Hi, excuse me... yes, YOU. I’m the gorgeous girl you’ve been looking for.

I’m a stunning young lady, about 1 to 112 years old and 58.9 lbs of pure love, personality, and absolutely zero understanding of why everyone isn’t already obsessed with me.

Seriously. I’m kind of a big deal.

When my foster mom and I are out walking, people literally stop to tell her how beautiful I am. Sometimes cars pull over. I try to pretend this is normal, but honestly... I get it. The face. The markings. The whole package. I was simply blessed.

But I’m not just a pretty face!

I’m a certified sweetheart who believes personal space is highly overrated. When I’m happy to see you, I may greet you with a little face licking because apparently kisses are my love language. When I’m feeling extra cuddly, I’ll gently rest my head in your lap and stare at you like, “So... we live together forever now, right?”

I’m also pretty darn easy to live with. I’m crate trained, potty trained, sleep through th

Hi, excuse me... yes, YOU. I’m the gorgeous girl you’ve been looking for.

I’m a stunning young lady, about 1 to 112 years old and 58.9 lbs of pure love, personality, and absolutely zero understanding of why everyone isn’t already obsessed with me.

Seriously. I’m kind of a big deal.

When my foster mom and I are out walking, people literally stop to tell her how beautiful I am. Sometimes cars pull over. I try to pretend this is normal, but honestly... I get it. The face. The markings. The whole package. I was simply blessed.

But I’m not just a pretty face!

I’m a certified sweetheart who believes personal space is highly overrated. When I’m happy to see you, I may greet you with a little face licking because apparently kisses are my love language. When I’m feeling extra cuddly, I’ll gently rest my head in your lap and stare at you like, “So... we live together forever now, right?”

I’m also pretty darn easy to live with. I’m crate trained, potty trained, sleep through the entire night, and I know how to sit. I even understand “No,” although I reserve the right to occasionally pretend I didn’t hear it. I’m still young, after all.

I LOVE being outside. Long walks? YES, PLEASE. I’m working on my leash manners, and my foster mom says I’m doing an amazing job. I’m learning that walks are supposed to involve moving forward instead of conducting a full investi