A little over two and a half years ago, Mom got Penny. She was nameless, and seemingly untrained. Abused from her past owners, she was slow to trust Mom, but soon a bond grew.

I met Penny three months after Mom had had her. Penny loved me from day one. I played with her and gave her attention that Mom didn't. Between the two of us, Penny had the ideal owners. Soon Erich moved out, and his friends stopped visiting. Penny depended on me more and more to play with her... running around the house, or just jumping to pretend I was going to chase her.

Upon entering Mom's house, Penny would get excited to see me. Mom was a bit jealous (I know she was, even though she didn't outright say it). Penny grew more and more protective of Mom. She'd watch the neighborhood activity and bark if someone was within sight.

Penny's simple pleasures in life were much like that of any dog: she liked rawhides, treats, and anything the cats had. She also loved getting her chest scratched... so much, in fact, she'd gently take your hand in her mouth and guide it towards her chest.

She may not have been the smartest dog, or the fastest, or even the thinnest, but she holds a special spot in my heart.

She will be greatly missed
?? - July 11, 2002

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