Thanks everybody. She is a sweetie. Stephanie, the organization that rescued her actually had her pregnant mom under their watch, then the puppies after they were born, (on Valentines's Day, 2013.) They didn't have any foster homes for them for a long time, so Lola spent the first 10 months of her life basically on the street.
They had a feeding station in that neighborhood and kept them fed and watered, and even socialized, like that.
They finally got them all in foster homes at 10 months. Right about at a year of age, is when I started looking for a dog and saw Lola on their website. I started to talking to the lady who ran the rescue and she told me she was in a foster home at the time. Then over the next few days, something happened and then she was being kenneled. That's when I said OK bring her over. She didn't tell me what had happened, but that the foster mom had delivered all the dogs she had back to them.
I had Lola at home but she was very leery of me and skiddish of any noises. Within an hour of her being with me, she had found a loose board in my fence and escaped. She stayed in the neighborhood, but REFUSED to come to me. All I could do was keep track of her as best as I could. I tried to lure her with food, but she would only eat if I wasn't in proximity to catch her. It was nighttime, and it continued. If I stayed at home, she would run by the house every once in a while or even up to the front door. As soon as I got up though,she ran off. When I drove around, I could usually spot her, but as soon as I called her, she ran faster. This went on ALL night. It was February, and one of the coldest nights we had here, and by morning it was sleeting. I was worried to death for her. About day-break, she ran by the house, all wet from the sleet. When she saw that I was outside, she just kept running. I finally had to call the rescue lady and she and her husband came over. I told them,"she just made a left onto that street about 5 minutes ago."
They drove off and back with her within 5 minutes. She ran right to them. They stayed a while and tried to settle her in. They told me that they had discovered that the foster mom was keeping all her fosters in their kennels for up to 16 hours at a time, only letting them out for small periods. All of them had serious personality changes and a couple of them had become so fearful that they had to consider them "unadoptable" for a while. I felt soooo sad for her.
I let her warm up to me in her own time. For a couple of weeks, she really wouldn't stay close to me for very long. She slept on the couch and wouldn't come to the bedroom with me. She wouldn't let me hold her, or pick her up.
Then once, I was asleep and was awakened by a plop on the bed. She had jumped up and laid down right beside me. I cuddled on her and she let me; then she fell asleep. I cried like a baby I was so happy and touched. She was my little baby. With a couple of months of going to the dog park, I could tell how much she wanted a buddy. That's when I found Buford at the Boxer rescue. They got along almost immediately. We've been a happy family ever since!