The craziest thing happened this weekend. We found Lola’s sister.
What are the odds of that? And at a surprise birthday party for one of our neighbors, no less. The party was held at a park near our house, and we decided to bring Lola at the last minute. The birthday girl has a large family, and quite a few of them were at the party – including her cousin and his wife. As soon as we walked up to the party, she ran up to us and started asking questions about Lola. She explained that Lola looked exactly like her dog, Maggie. And neither of us had ever met a dog that looked like these two do. We started comparing notes. Lola and Maggie are the same age. Born in the same month. Adopted at the same (somewhat random) shelter. With the exact same back story.
When the lightbulb went off, I literally couldn’t stop hugging our new friends. Sam and I have both had major guilt ever since we brought Lola home and left her sister at the shelter. We never heard whether she was adopted and I often feared the worse case scenario: that she wasn’t adopted and then likely put down.
But it gets crazier. See, Maggie’s parents gave her a DNA test – so we finally know what type of dog Lola is. It turns out that she’s part Staffordshire Terrier (not a shocker), and part Pekingese (shocker). I had to google “Pekingese” to make sure I was thinking of the right breed. It definitely doesn’t seem like Lola on the surface, but the more I read about her personality traits, the more I’m connecting the dots. It also explains Lola’s small head. I love her, but I’ve always thought her head was small in proportion to her body.
Honestly. Who wouldn’t want double morning snuggles from this little face?
The population of Portland is like 600K. Not huge, I realize. But we found Lola in a suburb of Portland – and our new bffs live in a totally different suburb. I believe in signs, and I totally feel like the universe conspired to help us find them. Thank you, universe! You made our weekend. I can’t wait for our sister play date.