[95/365] Penny the dog
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cosmolinguist5. What was your first pet
(I'm aware this is an online security question. I don't think I've used it that way but even if I have I'm not going to talk about the name I'd use for that.)
The first dog we got in my lifetime was called Penny. She was a German shepherd mix, in both breed and color: she didn't have a black top and a brown underside like a German shepherd would, she had both those colors of fur evenly mixed over her body.
She had brown eyes and for some reason I really loved that because I have brown eyes too and no one else in my family does.
I was about five years old and I was asked what I wanted to name her. I picked Penny because with those black and brown hairs everywhere she looked to me the color of a penny.
She was such a good dog, patient with us as kids and fierce with strangers. I think she was the dog that Brett the electrician was frightened of when he tried to come in the house, but she never harmed anybody. She certainly gave the impression that she could, though! My dad worked until late at night for a while when I was young, and my mom said she worried less, alone in the country with two little kids, knowing that Penny was around. She slept wherever she wanted when my dad was home, but when he was at work she'd sleep on the step just outside the back door and wouldn't let anyone past (sometimes not even my mom if she had to go outside!). Penny knew our cars and like my grandparents' cars, people she saw all the time, and wouldn't bark if they came up the driveway but she'd bark at anybody else.
Penny had a long life with us and I cried when she died because by then I was in college, a couple hundred miles away, and I'm crying again now thinking of it twenty years later. She was a good dog.
(I'm aware this is an online security question. I don't think I've used it that way but even if I have I'm not going to talk about the name I'd use for that.)
The first dog we got in my lifetime was called Penny. She was a German shepherd mix, in both breed and color: she didn't have a black top and a brown underside like a German shepherd would, she had both those colors of fur evenly mixed over her body.
She had brown eyes and for some reason I really loved that because I have brown eyes too and no one else in my family does.
I was about five years old and I was asked what I wanted to name her. I picked Penny because with those black and brown hairs everywhere she looked to me the color of a penny.
She was such a good dog, patient with us as kids and fierce with strangers. I think she was the dog that Brett the electrician was frightened of when he tried to come in the house, but she never harmed anybody. She certainly gave the impression that she could, though! My dad worked until late at night for a while when I was young, and my mom said she worried less, alone in the country with two little kids, knowing that Penny was around. She slept wherever she wanted when my dad was home, but when he was at work she'd sleep on the step just outside the back door and wouldn't let anyone past (sometimes not even my mom if she had to go outside!). Penny knew our cars and like my grandparents' cars, people she saw all the time, and wouldn't bark if they came up the driveway but she'd bark at anybody else.
Penny had a long life with us and I cried when she died because by then I was in college, a couple hundred miles away, and I'm crying again now thinking of it twenty years later. She was a good dog.
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Date: 2021-04-08 12:37 pm (UTC)