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May 17, 2013
August 11, 2012
My Yorkie Can Fly!
I had to share this image...it is probably the best photo I have ever taken of Lola, besides this one. She is on her way {in a huge hurry} to the back fence where she saw a squirrel. Yes, I was waiting for her to perform this stunt, which she does at least 50 times a day. I love how the wind is in her hair {and tail} and her arms and legs are in perfect Superman pose! Happy Saturday!
June 9, 2012
Happy Birthday Lola!
My yorkie Lola turned four last week so I thought I would share some of my favorite shots of her. She is an insanely energetic and loving little Yorkie! I remember the first day I got her she was just a little bundle of black fur that fit in my hand...time flies so fast.
Surprisingly, at four she is still into eating shoes, with her favorite being snake print. Hoping she grows out of this soon because I thought only puppies did this! Oh well...happy Saturday!
May 17, 2012
Doggy Chic
I LOVE sushi squeaky toys, her skull and crossbones collar and most of all, her car seat. Compared to the one below, hers is actually a little bigger and leopard print. I don't have a carrier like the safari-esque tote, but I love that this one is cotton and has extra pockets. If you have ever flown with your pup (I made the trip from San Francisco to Houston regularly with Harley), you know it isn't easy, so extra storage pockets are a necessity!
Did I leave any must-have accessories off the list?
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Safety first! Lola in her car seat. |
April 20, 2012
This is Lola
I realized that I have never shared a photo of Lola on Viola Pearl! She is way too important to be ignored. THIS is my Yorkie Lola and it is my favorite photo of her ever.
She loves chewing snake print shoes (especially Tori Burch Revas...ouch!), riding in her leopard print car seat, being held and resting her head on my shoulder, playing so much that she can barely walk at night, having her own blanket to sleep on, when I dance and sing "Her name was Lola, she was a show dog, with yellow feathers in her hair..." to the Barry Manilow Copacabana tune.
The one negative: she hates wearing dog clothes. I am not sure how that happened. But I do it anyway then laugh when I dress her up and she stands stone still.