We’ve been having a lot of rain in Brooklyn the past few weeks, and on Monday, the streets were practically flooded by the time of our early evening walk. Unfortunately, Lola sensed the rain even before we left the apartment and she stood motionless at the door, sniffing the cool, wet air. She refused to move forward.

Dragging her along the sidewalks, we finally reached the muddy patches of grass inside Prospect Park. I let her off-leash and encouraged her to roam around on her own, but she just looked up at me, blinking the rain out of her big brown eyes.

Ugh.

We walked further into the park, near the wall along Prospect Park West. She would stop to look up at me but not to use the bathroom.

Finally, I said, “Okay, Lola. Let’s go.” She started making a bee-line for the park entrance. Where does Lola think she’s going, I thought to myself. I caught up to her and clipped the leash onto her harness. The rain started coming down harder and the lightening was flashing with greater frequency. Lola tugged at me, so I let her lead the way.

Without any guidance from me, Lola walked us all the way home. She crossed the street at the sidewalk we almost always use, and again at the corner near our apartment. There was no hesitation in her steps. She knew exactly where she was going.

I guess it shouldn’t be a surprise to me that Lola knows her own way home, considering she figure it out on Christmas Eve, when she ran away. But it still made me look at her in amazement. She’s truly a wonder dog.