PennyPosted Saturday, March 26, 2011, at 12:52 AM
Penny was our Welsh Corgi baby. She was just 6 weeks old in 1991 when she joined our family. What a lively puppy she was!!! At that time, we lived in a trailer park and didn't have a fenced yard. So if she chose to run through the park, she could cover some serious real estate!
She loved balloons! She would toss them into the air with her nose and bark. Her eyes would just shine with joy and excitement. You needed to have several on hand because if one of them popped, she was looking around for a new one to play with.
Life was never dull with Penny. She had a special relationship with all four of us, But it was David who held a special place in her heart. In her younger days, if I was not at home, she would take my place on the bed. When he came home from work, she was ready to take up residence in his lap or present him with a toy to play with.
In 1994, we sold our trailer and purchased a home in Independence. Our fenced yard was like heaven to Penny. She spent many happy hours pushing a basketball along the fence-line.
Penny took her guard duties seriously too. If you were on the inside of the fence, you were a friend, but the minute you opened the gate to the other side, you were a foe.
She loved car rides and she was a very good rider too. Even if it was just around the block, she was happy.
Penny always placed herself in the middle of our family prayer circle. She wanted to be a part of everything and I always felt that she was saying a little prayer too.
The manner in which Penny lived her dog life was filled with enthusiasm, joy and fun.
Sadly, Penny began to have problems with her hips and spine. We tried many things, but eventually, her back legs refused to support her.
A veterinarian and his wife, who were friends of ours, graciously set up a time in their clinic to have a private goodbye. For several days prior to this, we all tried to make Penny's last days special. David took her on a long car ride; we had balloons and toys for her to play with. She was given all of her special treats including cooked bacon.
David had written a letter of thankfulness to Penny for all the joy and love that she had given our family. As you can guess, there was a lot of crying.
Our memories of Penny will never cease to make us smile. She was a wonderful dog and provided 12 years of love and devotion to our family.
She has been gone since 2002 and we still miss her playful ways. Each year, we try to take a moment to visit a park and release balloons to celebrate her life. And as we watch the balloons drift slowly into the air and out of sight, we talk about all the things that Penny did in her long life with us.
We are so thankful that we had Penny in our lives. After her death, we chose to honor her memory by adopting our next two dogs from shelters. They too, have brought great joy and laughter to our home.
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Fixing fence is the one of the hardest jobs on a ranch. I no longer live on a ranch, but I do know what hard work is. Fences are everyone's concern, but nowadays,the "hole" is always your neighbor's side not your own. It used to be that you would respect your neighbor and mend the fence together. If their cows got in your field, a simple phone call resolved the problem. You might even saddle up your own horse and help them gather them up. We need more people who are willing to roll their sleeves up and fix the fence regardless of who your neighbor is. There are people in this country who need to be reminded that a fence is like the way you should conduct your life. Your posts should be straight and neat. The wire needs to be stretched tight and your gate might be closed, but can still be easily opened. And most of all, we can all saddle up together and ride the range, it won't matter if you have an Appaloosa, Quarter Horse or Thoroughbred. The cows still have to be gathered, fences have to be fixed, and the range is a wide open space of opportunity for us all.