The Slammer

"Lola, I told you to run faster!! Now look what you've done." I can only image that these are the words that Punkin was saying to Lola one week ago when Lola got hit by a car at 3:00 a.m. I woke up hearing Lola yipping and asked Bob if he heard Lola? He had heard her but since Punkin didn't bark or growl, figured she had just got her tooth stuck in her thick fur or some other non-threatening whatever. But then I saw bright lights outside our bedroom window and Bob got up to look out and see what it was. There was a car parked on the side on the road in front of our driveway and he was walking around in our front yard shining his flashlight into our bedroom windows. Bob opened the window and asked if he needed something, and the man said that he had hit our dog and she was on the front porch. Bob and I both went down the stairs and Bob opened the front doors and there was Lola. She was scared and was glad that we were there to comfort her. I petted her little head and Bob checked her eyes, mouth, and checked to see if she was bleeding anywhere. She seemed to be O.K. except for her back hip which she didn't want Bob to touch. The man that hit her felt so bad about it. He asked us if we had a big black dog? We told him yes, and he said that the black dog was in the lead and the little white dog right behind. We thanked the man for stopping and letting us know. We decided that Lola would be O.K. until morning, but we wondered where Punkin had gone. Bob went inside and found the flashlight and went looking for her. She was hiding. The next morning when I went to work, Lola was running around in the yard like nothing had happened to her. If that man hadn't stopped to tell us, we would have never known those two dogs were being naughty at night and running all over the neighborhood. We thought they were the perfect dogs. You could trust them to stay at home and not have to be caged or tied. Wrong!!! We have a large kennel that we took down last summer because the dogs were so good we never had to use it. Well, Bob put it back together and now they have to go in there at night. During the day they seem to stay home. They do not like having to go into the kennel at night and will hide under the porch to avoid being put in it. Bob finally had to turn on the water hose and spray under the porch so they would come out and then they would walk very slowly with their tails between their legs and their ears laid down into the "slammer". Last night Lola ran and got under the front porch where there is no water hose so Bob had to climb under the porch and drag her out. Neither one was very happy about that little episode.

Lola and Punkin in the "Slammer"

Lola's telling Bob that she thinks she can be good at night without being put in the "slammer". Bob didn't believe her. So then she tried the sad-eye look.

I think all that thick fur saved her life. I'm so glad that she wasn't hurt seriously. We love little Lola. She's a sweet dog.