When my husband and I moved into our first home a couple of years ago, we realized that we were very blessed to have moved into a quiet–yet charming–neighborhood. While my husband was at work, I would spend my day unpacking boxes, cleaning, organizing the house, and looking out our picture window observing the neighborhood.
My first discovery was that there was a precious little white dog that roamed the our road. She walked around with an air of importance. She had places to go, bushes to smell, and holes to dig. But most of all, she did all these things while looking glamorous in her pink rhinestone collar. I was smitten. I couldn’t wait to befriend this sweet little furry ball of energy. She was so precious, that the next time I saw her out, I ran outside to make friends with her.

Lola, the neighborhood diva
That was my first mistake. The sweet little dog, named Lola, was not so sweet. In fact, she had the personality of Paris Hilton. A vicious Paris Hilton with sharp little teeth. The first time I stooped down and cooed to her, she began to bark like I was the devil. It was the doggie equivalent of screaming “Stranger Danger!” Weeks and weeks went by and Lola still refused to acknowledge my existence. I met her owners and petted her in her own house. Yet every time I saw her out in public, she ignored me. It was worse than being in high school. The ultimate low came when I drove by her house and waved to her as she lounged in the picture window. Friends, she looked the other way as though she was embarrassed to even know me.
It took a little over a year of begging, treats, and calm coaxing for us to form a tentative friendship. I was so happy; finally I was friends with the “cool” girl on the street. But I’m beginning to wonder if I’m being taken advantage of. Because Lola has been told to watch her waistline, which means a stricter diet at home. And now she turns up at my house at convenient times…like breakfast, lunch, and dinner. If I understood doggie-speak, then I’m positive the conversation would go something like this, “Hey! Cute shoes…. Can I have something to eat?”
But like all pretty girls, her demands and bossy ways make her all the more charming. And so, we sneak her a little treat and savor the fact that we finally made friends with the cool girl.