Fiancee and I found Penny Lane at a Pet Smart adoption day. We had been going to adoption day every single Saturday for weeks because we love playing with the dogs that need a home. We always knew we weren't going to get one of them because we already had two dogs. Who the hell needs another mouth to feed when we're trying to save for a wedding?
Apparently we do. I was trying to convince Fiancee to let us take home a Chow/Lab mix (our usual routine that always ended with him saying no) when he pointed out a black and white dog with one blue eye. "What about her?" he asked me. We walked over to her crate and found out she was an Australian cattle dog. In other words? The most hyper fucking dog on the planet. Yet she was just sitting in her cage, looking up at us with that fucking adorable blue eye, calm as could be.
After much deliberation (45 seconds), we decided we had to have her. We named her almost immediately. (And don't you dare ask me where I got the name from. If you don't know that Beatles song, you are dead to me.)
We were immediately attached to her, and vice versa. She would never leave my side, even joining me in the bathroom. She cried when I took a shower because she couldn't see me. And she still does this shit three months later. If Fiancee goes to take the trash to the curb, she cries at the door the whole time he's gone.
Now look at this face.
My obedience school instructor tells Penny she has "movie star looks", and I have to agree. But sometimes she can be a little bitch.
Every single time I get up from the couch to walk somewhere, she is right under my feet. Not behind. Not next to. Right under. I trip on that fucking dog multiple times every single night. I swear to God she does that shit on purpose.
Penny Lane is absolutely evil to Jean-Claude. She's 3 months old so she thinks that everyone wants to play just as much as her. She is very, very wrong. Jean-Claude jumps on the sofa to get away from her, and she GRABS HIM BY THE TAIL AND PULLS HIM DOWN. If that's not evil, I don't know what is.
She also likes to let all the other animals out of their resting spots. Jean-Claude sleeps in the master bathroom where his kennel is, and Duke sleeps in the office where his bed is. Right when I let her out of her cage after work, she makes a beeline to the bathroom to let JC out and then heads straight for the office where she lets Duke out. Which means I go from calm, zen, after-work Sara into, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DAMN DOGS DOING?! DROP THAT SHOE! STOP LICKING ME! IF YOU JUMP ON ME ONE MORE TIME, I SWEAR TO GOD..."
I love my dogs, but SHIT, man. They are really fucking annoying sometimes.
Then we take her to obedience school and realize that she is the smartest dog in her class. She's like that nerdy fat kid in elementary school (ahem, me) because she loves to learn and she's damn good at it. She learned how to sit in just ten minutes. She can roll over on command. She high fives. She will actually sit and stay even though I can tell it's killing her inside to have to sit still for that long.
So even though I call her a bitch roughly seventeen times a week? I have never loved a pet as much as I love this freaking dog. (Stop being a baby, Jean-Claude. I love you both equally, ok?)
Right after I wrote this beautiful post about my lovely dog, I realized I forgot something.
Last night, she was apparently wanting me to feed her. Again. She had already had her dinner for the night so I told her she couldn't have any more. Right after I told her no, she grabbed her food bowl, moved it to the middle of the kitchen....
AND PEED IN IT.
What. A. Fucking. Bitch.