Meet rambunctious Pembroke Penny. Her mother was a champion and her father was “pretty but an “idiot”.
“She’s our son Adam’s dog” writes Joanne R. “We wanted someone for him to grow up with as the youngest. He asked for a Corgi because — as he earnestly explained — “they know how to play
tag, Mom”. Boy did they ever play, giving themselves over to devilish delight! Every day was an ear ringing, head
splitting, uproarious, raucous, earplugs-mandatory time of games, each one with its own rules understood kid and Corgi alone.”
“Like all herd-y Corgis, Penny loves to give chase. The family signal is “get the bunny”. Of
course that can mean, squirrel, rabbit, cat, birds and yes — deer.”
“Adam has since grown up and Penny misses the fun. They were inseparable. She gets into all sorts of prohibited things, including umpteen emptied garbage pails, numerous
bags of bread skillfully pulled off of the counter and several boxes of
chocolates, to name just a sampling. Penny roots through backpacks, gym
bags and even purses in pursuit of anything in wrappers, knowing well
that these can and often do contain FOOD. She is very sly about this
and although we really try to Corgi proof the house, she will quickly
discover any oversights. Like leftover maple syrup … “
With Jenny, who rarely gave her the time of day, until they started chilling with one another. Penny is starting to figure out that the new one, Catsy Cline, isn’t sharp like Jenny was.
Penny lived her first eight years in Texas and is currently waiting to be shipped to new digs in upstate New York.
Corgi On, Penny!