Lola’s Story

Thursday, the 2nd, started out like any other day since I had moved in with Hoosis after Hoomum became ill.

My breakfast followed my usual walk before I settled into the day. Then something different happened. I noticed that all my possessions were being boxed up. I previously witnessed this during my travels from Hoomum’s to this location.

Could this mean that Mum was better, and I was returning home to her? I certainly hope so. My 11th birthday was 2 days earlier; what a present this would have been.

Nothing happened. Absolutely nothing. The day continued as normal, and my possessions just sat there. 

A doorbell broke the silence, and to everyone’s surprise, I didn’t bark. I stood and watched as 2 strangers entered. Did they come to bring me home?

Once more, I didn’t bark at the man, which surprised everyone. Instead, I walked over to him and stood beside him, waiting for some fuss.

I always barked at anyone who appeared near the entrance, and then again when the individual proved male. Once they moved into the lounge, I again surprised them by continuing to stay beside him.

After a brief chat, I was again walking. It did not fit into my routine. This escorting individual was odd.

What was going on? 

The walk ended unexpectedly with me beside a vehicle near home. The individual remained with me while others entered the building, afterward exiting with everything I owned.

Surely this means that I am going home.

Those I met here appeared, spoke to me, and showered me with attention. I noticed Hoosis had tears in her eyes as she talked and fussed over me. They exchanged my collar for a harness, and I boarded the vehicle’s compartment while they loaded baggage.

 As we drove away, I looked out all the windows to keep Hoosis in sight until she disappeared from my sight. I then continued to examine various windows, noting location, until the route straightened, later settling once the view lost interest.

My subconscious stirred me from slumber upon detecting a shift in pace or course, prompting me to sit up, observe, before returning to slumber as the journey’s routine resumed.

Finally, we re-entered developed sectors; it proved crucial to pay attention.

It did not appear familiar; thus, I was not returning home to Mum.

 I confirmed my suspicions when we finally stopped on the driveway of a house that wasn’t Mum’s house.

I hopped out of the car, and more strangers greeted me, but it didn’t last long because I climbed back into the car and into the driver’s seat. Someone ushered me into the back seat, and we were underway once again.

 A short car ride ensued, and in next to no time we pulled onto another driveway. I didn’t recognise this place either.

I swiftly exited the car and had a good sniff around the plants in the front garden, checking the surroundings, before being led indoors.

My possessions followed, and I realized this was my new life, with my new family in my new home.

Hopefully, this time it will be forever. We shall see.