HER NAME WAS LOLA
Roscoe gave me Lola on my 23rd birthday. We went to the pound and we knew she was the one. After taking her on a walk where she pulled with all her might to get out of the pound, I knew I had to have her. She has been spoiled rotten since then. Enjoy the pics. To go to another gallery click HERE.
THE PICTURES
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