My name is Penny.
I have a new favorite place. It is in the back yard, on some smooth stones. I like to stretch out on them when the sun is out and the stones are hot. When the sun is shining, the stones feel warm and good against my belly and legs and head. I can lay down and look at the yellow bush and green pot and smell the mulch. It is a very good place.
Kasey likes doing it, too.
I don’t like going for walks any more. I never really liked it very much, anyway, but now my leg hurts all the time, so I like walking even less. I am tired, too. Who cares about walking? I don’t need to see anything. Everything and everyone I like is right here, behind this fence. The Leader is here, and so is Kasey, and my food is here, and that is good enough for me. Even the old boring guy is here.
Speaking of food, isn’t it about dinner time?
Webner House 
Reblogged this on robert's space and commented:
just likeluba.
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Oh gosh. I’m crying over a column written by a dog I’ve never met.
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Love and hugs to Penny.
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