Ziggy

I can't share Lola's story without starting with my first love, a handsome little boy named Ziggy who I rescued from a parking lot. He was a constant companion and a source of love and ease in a way that was truly unexpected. He was always there for me.

And when I decided to pack up my life and move to Colorado, Ziggy was right there. Unfortunately and unexpectedly, he passed away in early 2015 and I never thought I'd love another dog the same.

The Search

Fast forward to October 2016 and I finally plucked up the courage to search for a new pooch. I'd changed job industries and found myself living alone for the first time since I lost the Zigster and I couldn't help but remember how having a dog at home would lift my spirits after a long day.

It was a difficult decision but I was ready to start again. I SCOURED the shelters. Week after week, I was searching websites, using my lunch hour to go visit with puppies that caught my eye on the web, meeting foster parents on the weekends to get to know available pooches. I spent my weekends traversing the city of Houston, determined to find my dog.

My poor co-workers listened to me whine about not being able to find the right dog, about the dogs who'd been snatched from my grasp. It was exhausting and disappointing.

Lola

On January 5, I walked into the office, dejected after being told that a perfect little black maltipoo was not available to adopt because the shelter would prefer he get adopted into a home that already has a dog, and told my coworkers that I was DONE. It wasn't meant to be. I'd never have a dog and I was coming to terms with that. They encouraged me not to give up, one even shared that her dog was given to her by a coworker almost exactly a year ago. 

"When will it be my turn?" I whined. 

A few hours later, an email hit my inbox—a coworker was looking to re-home a scruffy little white something and I jumped at the opportunity.  

That same night, I went and met her and it was love at first sight. No questions asked, I needed her and hoped to heaven that she needed me as well. More than anything, I was blown away at the resemblance between her and Ziggy. From behind it'd be impossible to tell them apart, down to the streak of tan hair that runs from her shoulders to her tail. 

It was meant to be.