Little (or “Lal” as people say round here) Penny has been staying in our kennel for the weekend – she lives with Our Mum (Whitevanwoman’s mum) and we don’t see her very often, so it has been lovely to have her around. She is a real dog, a mongrel like me, not some fancy breed who thinks that they are cleverer or prettier and better than other dogs. Penny was found wandering the streets when she was just a youngster and was looked after in a dog’s home until Our Mum took her in. She’s always been a bit nervous and is a little bit lacking in self-confidence but she’s a happy little thing and we’ve known each other all our lives so we are good friends now. Although we don’t know what kind of dog her parents were, we think that Little Penny is a mixture of Jack Russell and maybe Corgi or possibly Beagle.
Whitevanwoman took us out for a walk yesterday even though it was raining hard – the rain doesn’t bother real dogs like me and Little Penny and we had a great time running round together looking for rabbits to chase. Little Penny has an advantage over me in that she can fit more of herself into rabbit holes than I can (although she is another one who is affected by middle aged spread so she’s not as good at fitting into rabbit holes as she used to be).
Little Penny gets away with murder when she visits here – she is allowed to sit on Whitevanwoman’s lap which I’m not allowed to do, and at bedtime she jumps straight up onto Whitevanwoman’s bed before she’s been invited – I would NEVER dare do that.
But I get my revenge as Penny doesn’t always eat all her dinner straightaway, so as soon as she moves away from her dinner bowl, I get straight in there and finish off what’s left before she changes her mind and goes back to finish off 
She did learn the consequences of leaving half of her dinner, and so, after leaving half her dinner on Friday night for me to finish, on Saturday night she ate up every scrap and licked the bowl clean so there were no leftovers for me 
Little Penny has gone home now, so to cheer me up, Whitevanwoman has given me a great big bone which she brought home from the pet shop a few days ago – it’s been sitting on the kitchen table ever since and I’ve been sorely tempted to help myself to it, but I know that Whitevanwoman would have been very cross and I couldn’t run the risk of her giving it to Little Penny instead of me. So I’ve waited patiently, knowing that it would come my way eventually. And so I’m off now to settle down for an hour or two, to have a good gnaw on it 
0