Meet rambunctious Pembroke Penny. Her mother was a champion and her father was "pretty but an "idiot".
Penny (aka "Bad Corgi") is her family's sixth child.
"She's our son Adam's dog" writes Joanne R. "We wanted someone for him to grow up with as the youngest. He asked for a Corgi because -- as he earnestly explained -- "they know how to play tag, Mom". Boy did they ever play, giving themselves over to devilish delight! Every day was an ear ringing, head splitting, uproarious, raucous, earplugs-mandatory time of games, each one with its own rules understood kid and Corgi alone."
"Like all herd-y Corgis, Penny loves to give chase. The family signal is "get the bunny". Of course that can mean, squirrel, rabbit, cat, birds and yes -- deer."
"For a beast with no legs she can really motor. Penny is a maniac."
"Adam has since grown up and Penny misses the fun. They were inseparable. She gets into all sorts of prohibited things, including umpteen emptied garbage pails, numerous bags of bread skillfully pulled off of the counter and several boxes of chocolates, to name just a sampling. Penny roots through backpacks, gym bags and even purses in pursuit of anything in wrappers, knowing well that these can and often do contain FOOD. She is very sly about this and although we really try to Corgi proof the house, she will quickly discover any oversights. Like leftover maple syrup ... "
"Bad Corgi" caught in the act!
With Jenny, who rarely gave her the time of day, until they started chilling with one another. Penny is starting to figure out that the new one, Catsy Cline, isn't sharp like Jenny was.
Someone has to be top dog! Who better than a Corgi?
Penny lived her first eight years in Texas and is currently waiting to be shipped to new digs in upstate New York.
Corgi On, Penny!