Lola

I'm not sure if I have mentioned this but my dog, otherwise known as the love of my life, is a bit of a handful.  Instead of it making me love her less, I think it makes me love her more.  Lola is a large dog, a ninety pound Pit Bull.  Ninety pounds of gorgeous.  She, unfortunately, is not very fond of other dogs.  The sight of one basically turns her into a barking, jumping, lurching terror that frightens everyone on the street.  Various dog trainers have said that she actually is not aggressive toward other dogs, but afraid and putting up a big show.  Others have said that my poor Lola basically has no social skills.  With people, she's a charmer.  But with other dogs, she doesn't get it that barking and snarling is not a way to get other dogs to play with you, even if your tail is wagging and hackles are down.

Alec says that my relationship with Lola is evidence that if we ever had had kids, I would be the mom blaming everyone else's child for my kid's misbehavior.  I have noticed that though I pursue positive dog training for my princess girl, Alec always seems to light up at the mention of "prong collar", "electric shock collar for barking", "muzzle", "choke hold" and "drugs". 

He thinks one day he'll get his way, but he won't.  Lola and I simply won't have it and there are two of us and one of him.