65 Things I Will Remember About Lola

1. The way she would flop to the ground and sigh heavily when she laid down on the hardwood floor.
2. The squeaking noises she made when James came home every night - and the way she stood up on the counter to see his car through the kitchen window.
3. All her little snorty sounds.
4. The sound of her beating on the dog door, trying to get in.
5. The sound of her working the dog run gate back and forth trying to get it open.
6. That terrible, braying bark.
7. The snuffling sound of her hoovering the kitchen floor for tidbits.
8. The way she crossed her paws daintily when she laid down.
9. Her lady-like, soulful brown eyes.
10. Her refusal to come until promised a treat or a meal.
11. Her spinning happy dance as you set the bowl down at feeding time.
12. The sound of her tags hitting the bowls and her knocking the food bowls around on the tile as she licked them both clean hours after feeding time.
13. The way she would slide her nose under your arm if you hung it over the side of a chair, then walk your hand out to the point where she wanted to be scratched.
14. Her licking. Always with the licking.
15. The way she would lean full force into you with her rear and look over her shoulder pleading for a butt scritch.
16. The way she would lean back into your hand with all her might if you pushed on her.
17. Her terrible fishy breath.
18. Her soft, floppy ears.
19. The way she always beat me to the garden gate.
20. The way she jumped back in bed with me when I would sleep in.
21. The pawing when she got impatient while begging for food.

22. The way she used to lay on the back patio and watch the birds.  
23. The bowing, barking and romping as we got ready to go for a walk.
24. The jumping. Always with the jumping.
25. The way she never seemed to sleep at night. 
26. The way she would start pawing at the gate at regular intervals at dawn.
27. The spinning happy dance she would do when you came to get her in the morning.
28. The way she would paw impatiently at the door on the way out for a walk.
29. The way she and Bart (our other dog) nibbled each other constantly.
30. The way she would come and lay next to you on the sofa or in bed and just gaze up at you adoringly.
31. The way she would sneak over to Bart’s bowl and speed-eat any leftover food, hoping she could get it all down before we took it away.
32. The way she always insisted on walking right next to me on my right side on walks.
33. The way she adored Bart and would not let him out of her sight – even sitting next to the pen when he was locked up at doggie day care.
34. The way she liked to be kissed right between her eyebrows.
35. Her snuffling sighs.
36. Her farts. Yes, even those were charming.
37. Her ridiculous crotch licking.
38. The way she and Bart would spoon on the couch.  
39. The way she liked to have her blanket pulled out to lay on at night.
40. The way she would almost take your finger off if you gave her a treat she really liked, but if you scolded her, she’d take the next one nicely.
41. The pig-like snorting as she took a treat or bite of food from your hand.

42. The way she sat for treats on day one.
43. The way she would jam her nose into your armpit at the breakfast table to beg for bacon.
44. All the times we caught her up on the counter (or just heard her paws hit the floor.)
45. The distinctive sound of her walk – created by her always too-long nails and ambling gait.
46. The way she would try to stealth lick babies from behind, even though she was afraid of them.
47. Her one pink toe.
48. Her soft pink belly.
49. Her long "handsy" paws.
50. Her little peanut head. 
51. The way she hated it at first when I blew raspberries on her stomach, but eventually learned to tolerate it.
52. Her pretty girl silhouette with her long eyelashes.
53. The rolls she would get behind her collar when she got too fat.
54. The way her fur was always shiny, even though she had terrible dandruff.
55. The way she would lay on the middle of the sofa, in the pillows, until she heard me coming and would then slink off.
56. The sound of her slinking off the sofa, one back leg at a time.
57. The way she backed up onto the sofa to turn around near the coffee table.
58. Her Disneyland bear-cave snoring. 
59. The sound of her pawing at the door to the garage when I came home.
60. The way she would run circles around it if I came home in James' car, because she thought he was supposed to be in there.
61. The long period of time when she absolutely refused to get in the car.  
62. The way her little tail stub twitched back and forth constantly.
63. The way she would startle if you gave her a little puff of air - the only disciplinary tool that worked.
64. The way she would scrounge up every last bit of food on the floor and jump up on the counter to snatch the little stray bits at feeding time.
65. The way she always smelled good, no matter how dirty she was.

RIP sweet girl.  We miss you like crazy.