Now for a game of "wheres the Lola?"

Lola goes to the DMV

Last week, my mother, brother, dog, and I took a short family trip to the DMV in sunny El Cajon. When my father was alive, we owned many cars. The most we had at any one time was I think 5 or 6. Therefore the DMV became like a second home for me. I didn't mind going, I would bring a book to read or my dog and the hours would just fly by. Actually they flowed like molasses on a cold day. My most notable trip occurred when Lola took a mad poopy right in the middle of the DMV. I was standing in line waiting for my ticket stub when a gentleman lightly tapped me on the shoulder.

"Your dog just went to the bathroom." he informed me. Confused I looked down at Lola. She was at my feet looking innocently back into my eyes. and next to her was a dookie. Mortified I looked around for something to pick it up with. I grabbed a DMV pamphlet, I don't remember for what it was but it had Arnold Schwarzenegger's face plastered on it. I hurriedly scooped up the

poopy with said pamphlet and then went to go sat down in the waiting area.

Thankfully on this family trip to the DMV nothing of that sort happened. Still, to remain

the safe side I stayed primarily outside where the kids waiting for their driving test to begin

stay. My brother took is driving test and passed with flying colors!

Dingleberries

Today Lola got her first dingleberry, at least the first I know of. I noticed it when I was in class holding her. There was something hard stuck to the base of her tail. When I realized what it was I was obviously immediately grossed out. It didn't help that Lola chose to spend the remainder of class lounging on my school books.

After class I drove straight to my mother's home to give Lola a bath. I always bathe her at my mom's because she has a hand shower, and it makes it so much easier to rinse all the soap off her. Completely rinsing all the soap out of their fur is vital because the residue can cause them to itch and get dandruff. So back to the alleged dingleberry, it was so old because it took two separate occasions to finally detach it from Lola's rump. First I tried with a wet paper towel but it was stuck to her fur like bubblegum. Meanwhile my mother was admonishing me saying that this would never have happened if I wiped her bottom after each time she pottied. In my head I retorted, she is a dog! not a toddler. Actually, wiping your dog's booty after they poopy is a splendid idea, provided you have a respectable receptacle to deposit the dirty napkin in. And when you are doing a dump and dash, like we did before class today, wiping is not always a practical option. But I digress, back to the dingleberry! My mother suggested just washing it out with hot water, so into the tub Lola went.

Typically when I wash Lola I use human shampoo, most notably the Suave Collection. Today I used Deep Cleaning for Men because the bottle promises to remove build up, and Lola had a cache of doodie built up on her tushie. I followed with Suave's green apple scented conditioner.
But the real issue here is when did this dingleberry fashion itself? I handle Lola often and never noticed it prior to class so I am hoping it wasn't more than a day old. Cause damn. That's nasty.