More and more these days, I let Lola decide where we go on our walks. “Pug’s Choice”, I call it. And we both love it.
Lo gets to hit up her favourite “pee-mail” spots, and I get to actually walk, as opposed to spending my entire time trying to convince Lola that she wants to move her legs.
Without fail, our evening strolls have taken us on a very specific route over the past couple of weeks. Pretty much every night (when it’s not raining), we find ourselves on a particular street, looking over at a particular door…
It warms my frozen heart to see how much The Pug has grown to love her sister, Nelly.
And I think we are *clearly* overdue for a play date.