Lola Learns to Play

Lola stared across the yard at Ruckus and London.  That little mean Chihuahua had already rejected her again, whipping his fluffy little tail at Lola, and then barking and hissing in her face.  It was mean.  The Chihuahua:  Mean.

She approached Ruckus, the Cairn Terrier.  Her tail did not go between her legs.  She jumped on him!  They were almost equal size now, so fast!  The big Husky, London, ran over and knocked Lola on her back and ran his huge tongue all over Lola's face.  Lola paused, then licked him all over his mouth.  It seemed like the right thing to do.

But there was a new dog in the yard.  Lola walked up to it, cautiously.  It was unusual looking.  It had a fluffy fur-like coat, but had strange skinny legs and a weird looking mouth.  It had a red, flesh Mohawk.  Maybe it was related to the Chihuahua.  Lola stuck her nose in its butt.  The thing ran away.  Well, sort of flew.

Lola heard the human ladies snickering.
"She thinks the chicken is a dog!".
Lola didn't care.  They could laugh all they wanted.  To each his own.  Man, she hadn't even been on the planet three months.  There was a lot to figure out.

Like the Wardrobe.  In the back of her main human lady's yard, the human lady without the braids, the one she lived with now with the arms.  She would let Lola explore the yard, while hovering close by.  The Wardrobe was a huge, cavernous thing, with arched branches and big green leaves accented by bright flowers as large as Lola's head.  She would enter it, slowly and stoically, tail stretched out and head up high.  It was shady in there.  The branches and leaves formed a cave that Lola would walk through slowly.  Sometimes she would dart back out.

But one day, she emerged on the other side.  Into the other world.