penny lane

I rescued a lovely little weiner dog a few weeks ago. The name she was given by the adoption agency was Mrs. Robinson, which was pretty cute, but its hard to say "Mrs. Robinson" every time you call her name. So, I named her Penny Lane. I suppose she's Mrs. Penny Lane Robinson? I could have given her my last name, or hypenated, but she's a woman of the world, and I'll let her keep her maiden name.

She's about six years old and 13 pounds, she's tiny and adorable. I like to say she's a survivor of sexual slavery. It's true, she was in a puppy mill and they think she had six or seven litters. They left her outside and she got heartworms. She's cured now, thankfully. They left her at Animal Control, and she was lucky to be picked up by a dashchund rescue. And then she found her way to me. When I met her, the first the I noticed was, well...her saggy boobs. She came by them honestly, she's suckled a lot of pups in her day. I keep convincing myself that they're not as saggy as they were when I got her, but I think I'm just used to them now. But she's still the prettiest little thing. And I can't judge her for her womanly shape. And I'll have saggy boobs one day, too.

She was pretty shy and scared when I got her, but she and I have really bonded, and she's way more outgoing these days. She is super spoiled and she's getting more bold in approaching people. She had an adjustment period and chewed up some of my stuff - my favorite pair of flip flops, my ipod charger. It was amazing how she picked the best stuff. It's like she has a sixth sense. I found one of my red high heels, which I love, in her crate yesterday. Luckily she hadn't done any damage yet. But despite her penchant for shoes, she's great. I gave her a bath for the first time last night and she was so well behaved. I never really understood dogs being "man's best friend", but I totally get it now. She's my girl. I don't know what I did without her.