Hi everyone! We are having a boring day, today and neither one of us has gotten into any trouble (so far), so I, Penny am showing you a picture of me in my younger days. I was bred to hunt bear and wild hogs in the North Georgia mountains. I actually had my teeth on a hog once. My father had his jaw broken by a bear! Obviously, he survived or I wouldn't be here. Once upon a time, I was a lean, mean fighting machine! Fortunately, for my mom and dad, I wasn't a very good "gun" dog so the breeder decided to sell me. Sometimes, I feel really sorry for my brothers and sisters up there freezing in the mountains while I live a life of luxury down here where it's warmer and my biggest worry is when I will be fed next! I also don't have to worry about tackling any wild hogs or bears. The meanest looking things I ever see are some squirrels that are pissed off because Mom hasn't fed them or the mean little Manchester terrier next door. I learned, a long time ago, not to stick my snooter through the fence. Sasha would bite it off! She is one mean little dog! I did have a tangle with a squirrel, one day and Mom thought I brought a dead squirrel up on the deck. When she told Dad, he told her that I didn't just "find" a dead squirrel...I MADE him dead! Now that I am almost 9 years old, I can still give those evil squirrels a run for their money (or their sunflower seed). Our evil mom has a squirrel feeder in our back yard and sometimes, she claps her hands before she lets us out the door. It's sort of a warning to the evil squirrels that we are COMING! If Mom doesn't clap her hands, those squirrels just continue to eat and ignore us, completely. They have figured out a way to escape into the trees even if we are right under their feeder! They are evil, I tell ya! I sure am glad I wasn't a good gun dog so I could live here instead of in a kennel up there in the cold mountains!
Penny (the lean, mean fighting machine!)