Painted Feathers in her Hair

"Her name was Lola, she was a puppy...."  Lola liked it when the lady sang to her while they walked to school.  Or, while Lola rode to school in the arms of the human. 

She also loved the tall, soft thing that the humans slept on.  Oh, so luxurious.  And thick.  Lola would carefully place her nose on the human lady's arm and fall asleep.  Sometimes she would put it in the back of the human man's neck.  She liked his fur.  So wiry and only covering the head.   In the mornings, it was so exciting to see them.  She jumped all over, diving her face and her nose into their fur, their long head fur, so different from the fur that covered Lola's body.  A new day had begun!  She pounced on them. It was all good.  But really, she didn't care if they were in the tall soft thing or not.  She would lay in it alone at times, if the human lady lifted her up their in the arms.  It was so nice.  Oh, so nice.

"Who's that puppy???!!" the lady sang, doing weird back up vocals at the same time.  "Wonderful puppy," the lady human said in a low voice.  "Who's that puppy.....".  The arms were fun.  And always a new song.  

There was another interesting thing. Lola loved it.  It was white and shiny and it opened.  The humans put the things they ate off of in it and water sprayed.  Lola licked it, whether the door was open or closed.  It was amazing.

But, there was something else.  Something awful and menacing across from the lovely white shiny thing.  It was silver and made a frightening, clunking noise.  Randomly.  A hose sound followed it.  It was terrifying.  Now and then, the humans would open that door and pull some solid, cold, white thing out of there, out of the hideous place and put it in in their liquids and drink it.  Lola hated it.  It was evil.

And the there was the Wardrobe.  The secret world that she would walk through in the yard and emerge on the other side...she didn't understand it yet.

But she knew she liked it.