STRONG THEMES
She was..
Lost.
Loved.
Praised.
Stolen.
Fought.
Beat.
Stolen from her home and cast into the violent life of dog fighting, Lola must conform or be crushed. The soft hand of man had been long forgotten. Perhaps the only thing this dog...
I leaped up and caught the ball in my mouth. Jake ran over and took it "Good, Lola!" He launched the ball again. I ran after it and caught it after it bounced along the grass. "Jake time to come back in!" Mom called. I followed Jake back inside "Jake you're 14! Go wash all the dirt off your pants!" Jake groaned and walked into the bathroom. I walked to my waterbowl and drank "almost a year old" Mom said. I yawned and padded to the living room and looked out he window. A woman was waking a poodle. I barked and put my paws on the window ledge. The poodle barked. We barked until Mr.Floofbutt was walked away. I felt Jake slip my harness over me and clip the leash too it. We walked out the door and I walked by his side. I sniffed and did my business and we walked around the block.
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We got back to the house, my harness was taken off and I ate my food. Mom and Jake say at the table and talked about 'School' I sat under the table and put my head on Jakes lap. He slipped me bits of chicken. I walked away, up the stairs and into his room. I curled up in the bed and fell asleep. My dreams were filled with giant chickens in my bowl.
