My whole life I have wanted a dog. My family has always had dogs, but not one that I was completely responsible for on my own. Yes, I rescued a dog without telling my parents when I was twelve [and Abby turned out to be the sweetest, best companion I could have asked for], but she turned into the family dog.
As I was moving to Corvallis to attend Oregon State University, I set a goal for myself: upon graduating I would get my very own dog. The opportunity arose for me to strike a deal with my mom, the net of it being I would join a sorority for her, and in return she would buy me a dog for graduation. I spent the next four years seriously researching every single dog breed I could to figure out the best fit for my lifestyle, my personality, etc. I had my heart set on getting a Vizsla, a fairly rare hungarian dog breed similar to Weimeraners. As my graduation date got closer and closer I realized that for most Vizsla breeders there is up to a three year waiting list!
I decided to go to my plan B, a golden retriever. I looked for almost six months, researching breeders in the area, looking up specific temperaments and colors and body styles of different goldens, making sure I found the perfect little puppy. After one breeder fell through, and another, and another I was really down and started convincing myself that maybe I should just wait to get a dog.
One day, I stumbled across an ad for a litter in Roseberg, Oregon of ten week old golden retriever puppies and I just had a feeling. I called the number attached immediately and found that they only had one puppy left, the runt of the litter, and they weren't sure she was going to live. They told me that if she made it through the next few weeks that I could pick her up! I had all of the pictures of this puppy, had a name picked out, bought bowls and a leash and collar and a dog bed- I was so set for this little nugget.
About a week and a half I called the woman back to check in and see how the pup was doing and got some incredibly bad news- although the puppy was alive and healthier than they thought she was going to be, they had decide to keep her and raise her as their family dog. At that point, I pretty much gave up. I was sick of being let down by breeders, specifically this one because I had my life so set on this little pup.
That weekend, I went camping with Paul and all of our college friends at Lake Billy Chinook in Culver, Oregon. We had a fantastic time and I completely forgot how upset I was about the whole puppy situation. We were out of cell phone service for almost four days, and when we finally got back to the city I had about five emails and missed phone calls and voicemails from the woman- they had decided not to keep the puppy after all!!! I called her back immediately and said that I could be in Roseburg that evening! Although I hadn't slept in about three days and hadn't showered in just as many and was completely exhausted, nothing was going to stop me from driving to Roseburg to pick up this puppy before they changed their minds again!
I drove the three hours down to Roseburg and after watching a very uncomfortable goodbye between the family and this puppy [who they had named], I got to take her home!!! I had absolutely no idea what I was getting myself in to, and over the next two months I probably slept a total of six nights, but it was the most worthwhile impromptu trip I've ever taken!!
So there it is, the long-winded story of how Lady Penelope Louise came into my life!
[Taking Penny home; May 26th, 2013]
Her favorite things include: ice cubes, carrots, socks, socks, and more socks, as many bones as we'll let her have, turkey, and cheese.
She is obsessed with playing frisbee and catch, but she doesn't quite understand that to keep playing she has to bring the toy back to us [we're working on it].
She has some very weird habits, like crawling under our bed and getting stuck, and some really sweet habits, like trying to sleep under the covers with her head on the pillow right next to me [every night].
Penny is now ten months old, and the most kind-hearted, spunky, cuddly, excitable, loving pup I could have ever asked for. Though most of the time she forgets that she weighs 65lbs and jumps on me like she's still 8lbs, she's just simply the best.
Penelope Lousie
Born March 17, 2013












