Lola is kind of a diva and insisted I upload a few of her personal favs.

Mornings are pretty rough – I try to hide my head in my cuddle cup until I hear my pellets. And then I will find them. And eat them. And then beg for more.  But mom insists I only need 1/4 a cup.  Rude.

The humans think this couch belongs to them.  They are wrong.  It’s clearly bun-sized.

This is my “give me nose rubs” stance.  I have perfected it and would be more than willing to pass my skills along to other buns.

Again, this couch – mine.  I really don’t understand why the humans insist I stay off it now…it was just a tiny little tooth hole!  I can’t control my post-spay hormones yet!

I can’t believe my humans took this picture.  The things they do to me.  Mom – I need a haircut.

I demand to be the center of attention.  If I’m not, I will sit on your lap until you acknowledge my presence.

Oh, the humanity!  You expect me to scratch my own ears!

And that, friends, is a day in the life of Lola….in a nutshell.  Clearly, her life is rough.