Leave a bone for Pennie Nicknames: Pen-Pup, Pennemunde, Nannie Pennie, Nurse Pennie, Love, Loveliness,Princess Doggie Dynamics:
Energy
sleepy
energetic
Intelligence
silly
genius
Friendliness
aggressive
affectionate
Playfulness
not playful
very playful
Disposition
anxious
calm
Sun Sign:
Quick Bio:
-mutt
-dog rescue
Birthday: August 4th 2005 Likes: Pennie likes the Oldest Lad the most. Mom is second. She is very fair in her treatment of the family, however, spending time with all, except she is NOT fond of the Wee Lass. Pet-Peeves: Being confined or left alone. And if the convertible gets started, she MUST go for a ride, even if she just sits in the car. Favorite Toy: Any WebKinz, CareBear or other human stuffed animal that makes a mockery of real animals. Poor Little Lad has had the noses chewed off of several stuffed animals. Favorite Food: Any human food including cantaloupe. How does a home maintain cleanliness without a dog? Favorite Walk: Anywhere, as long as she is with her family. Best Tricks: Chewing through a seatbelt in the mini-van was a good one. Only cost over $600 to repair. Arrival Story: Adopt 2010 Contest Pennie is NOT fond of talking about her adoption. Pennie's Story:
Mulligan was an overly intelligent, hard-headed brute, and as with so many of the "intelligentsia," rather difficult to get along with. He was actually quite hospitable to dogs who came into The Mulligan Compound to play with him, but he was NOT good meeting dogs "on leash."
Mom and Oldest talked about getting a companion for Mulligan for well on a year. Yes, let me repeat this, THE ENTIRE FAMILY, including DAD, were IN on conversations that perhaps a companion for Mulligan was in the works.
As Mulligan could be, well difficult, Mom and Oldest Lad decided to do any dog-interviewing without the rest of the family so that other family members would be spared the agony of bonding with a dog, only to discover that Mulligan did not care for it. One weekend Dad, Middle Lad and Little Lad were gone, so Mom and Oldest Lad visited the Shelter, without Mulligan, and picked out several "suitable" Interviewees, NOT including Me, Pennie. Mom and Oldest Lad then brought Mulligan to the Shelter. He HATED every potentiate.
Mom and Oldest Lad were quite dejected. Then someone suggested ME, Pennie, for apparently I had not been "In" when Mom and Oldest Lad made their Initial Search. Mom and Oldest Lad were not even given a "Room" to meet me, but rather met me in the Shelter Laundry; so certain was the Shelter that it was worthless to try to match Mulligan with another Dog. Mom and Oldest Lad liked me at first glance.
Mulligan and I met. Mulligan did NOT try to eat me. Mulligan and I played and "seemed" to enjoy ourselves, so I was adopted!
That night Dad came home with Middle Lad and Little Lad. He immediately walked into the house, right past me, and Mulligan, and did not notice there were TWO dogs. Then it registered on his brain. Dad threw a fit! "How could you go out and adopt a dog without telling me!" Uh, Mom, Oldest Lad, Middle Lad, and Little Lad, all claimed they distinctly remembered Family Discussions about Adding a Dog, and Dad was indeed PRESENT. Dad refused to "bond" with me for at least two weeks, until my natural charm and beauty won him over.
Dad's displeasure at my presence was not helped by the fact that Mulligan and I got along quite well at the Shelter, but once home, it was a different story. Outside we were fine, but in the house, it was two dogs ready to explode at a moment's notice. Finally on Day Five, Mulligan and I REALLY GOT INTO IT. Mom was hysterical. Mulligan ended up with a ripped ear. It was a small tear, but enough to warrant a trip to the Emergency Clinic for Repair. Ever after Mulligan always claimed to feel "Phantom Pain" from his Missing Ear, for the doctor amputated a very small portion that was "just hanging there." Mulligan could be overly dramatic at times, for he still had two perfectly intact, overly large ears.
The Good News was that after Mulligan and I had our Major Battle, we decided to get along. I learned to "let" Mulligan think he was in charge, with his overly large brain; and Mulligan learned that I, Pennie, as a Female, was really in charg Bio: Pennie is very sweet. She licks, she cuddles, she looks at a person with sad brown eyes. This all hides her darker manipulative, sneaky side. Pennie licks a person to within an inch of their life, earning her the nickname of "Personal Hygeine Princess." No one dares walk near her naked unless they wish to have a thorough, uh, inspection. Have a cold? Pennie will cleanse the sinuses better than any prescription decongestant. Forums Motto: Personal Hygeine Princess The Groups I'm In: ☆ Sam's Stinky Dog Cafe ☆, ♥♥FORGET ME NOT♥♥, FANCYPANTS CAFE, D.A.M.N! - Dogs Against Maternal Neurosis!, Febreze® Pet Odor Eliminator™, The FURminator® Group For Dogs, ~~~*♥Dog Park USA♥*~~~
My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: Her Exalted Highness Duchess Pennie the Insubstantial of Bartonhurst in the River Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title
Last night I spent the night at Oldest Lad's apartment. Oldest Lad has quite a problem with Rodents. The idea of me spending the night was to give me a chance to be Huntress Pennie. In my time here in Suburbia, I have fairly well cleared my 0.46 acres, and the rodent hunting has become pretty thin. The moles have all headed over to the house next door, on the left. The house on the right has cats to take care of it's rodents. All of the moles that used to claim my yard now live on the left, outside of the borders of my electronic fence.
My mere physical presence at Oldest Lad's apartment scared all the mice away. Housemate Dog Daisy lives in the apartment, but she does not HUNT. She hasn't nearly the Work Ethic of Me, Pennie. The mice feel free to roam about and Daisy just looks at them. As soon as Huntress Pennie entered the place, all was quiet. No pitter patter of wee tiny mouse feet. No skittering of mice between the floors.
I was sorely disappointed, especially as Oldest Lad brought no Kibble for me, as he was certain I would be eating my fill of Mice.
I AM pleased that my Pennie Physical Presence is so Powerful, however, Oldest Lad IS going to have to make those threatening calls to the Landlord about calling in a professional exterminator.
Sophie and I have managed to put DAD in the Dog House!
Several weeks ago, Dad spent an afternoon taking down all the outside Christmas decorations. Santa in the Outhouse, the Penguins, the Snowman with the Yellow Lightbulb (he was made with yellow snow); they all had to be put away. The windy weather helped facilitate an urgency to getting everything put away as our decorations were blowing around, and one certainly doesn't want Santa's Outhouse to end up in the neighbor's yard.
Dad is afraid of heights, so in exchange for a Steak Dinner, Oldest Lad came over, along with Housemate Dog Daisy and the other Housemates.
Sophie mainly huddled on the front porch, afraid of the wind, but Daisy and I gallivanted about the yard, running, chasing, and getting muddy and wind-blown.
That's when The Accident Happened.
Mom has two favorite house ornaments: Concrete Gargoyles. They are named Vladimir and Radu. Vladimir is named after Vladimir the Impaler, and Radu is named after the lesser-known but just-as-evil younger brother of Vladimir. Vladimir Dracul was known all over Transylvania as Vlad the Impaler and eventually evolved into the legend of Dracula. Whereas Dracula, the Legend, was known for his vampire ways, Vlad the Impaler was known for performing Colonoscopies upon his victims, with whatever object might lay about, without benefit of anesthesia, or signed consent. Vlad's victims died horrendously, often living for days before succumbing to their probing.
Anyway, during the galloping play of Daisy and Me, Pennie, we knocked over Vlad. One of his great Gargoyle Wings was broken.
Now Mom is NOT mad that Daisy and I knocked over Vlad the Gargoyle. Mom keeps the Vlad and Radu Gargoyles up on the front porch just so that their wings do not get damaged by gallivanting dogs or children; or dogs and children do not get damaged by their wings.
However, Dad Failed to Mention to Mom that Vlad the Gargoyle was broken. It was not until Mom noticed that only ONE Gargoyle was sitting on the front porch that the crime was revealed. Vlad the Gargoyle sits in Dad's workshop in the hopes that his wing can be repaired. In the meantime, Sophie, Daisy and I can have the satisfaction of putting Dad in the Dog House for not confessing right away.
I was completely embarrassed by the Wee Lass today.
This morning, Sophie and I attended Preschool Pick-up as usual. Preschool Teacher told Mom that one of the students had brought in his new Puppy today, for Sharing Time. Perish the thought that Mom would ever allow Sophie or Me, Pennie to be the object of "Sharing Time." Mom values our eyes, ears, tails and other body parts far too much than to subject us to the whims of a group of young heathens.
Anyhoodles, many of the Preschool Students were Scared of the Puppy. (No doubt the Puppy was the one in mortal danger.) One particularly un-manly little boy apparently even cried. Picking up on the reaction of some of the GIRLS in her class, Wee Lass fell to peer pressure and acted: Scared. Yes, Preschool Teacher told Mom that Wee Lass acted SCARED of the Puppy.
I was appalled. The first word that Wee Lass uttered was: "Mo." Mulligan's Name. Wee Lass' love of dogs has always bordered on obsession. This past year, when Oldest Lad was fostering dogs, Wee Lass went through Rent-to-Own Sophie, Jori, Karo, Lil' Dude, and Camille. Plus one other dog whose name I forget.
A Pennie Dog's work is never done, for obviously Wee Lass is one to succumb to Peer Pressure. I shall have to become Just-Say-No Pennie or undoubtedly Wee Lass will soon be falling to the Peer Pressure of drugs, alcohol and cigarettes.
