I think she was Nola, but it might have been Lola, too. I’m pretty sure she was 3 months old, and I’m absolutely certain she was adorable.
The ears go floop-floop-floop, up and down.
I ran into her right in front of a dog groomer. She was trying to get past it as fast as she could.
She was willing to stop for me, though.
Look at the little Charlie Chaplin mustache!