Stories about Penny and our family are very popular in my social media circles. Penny is an 11 year old Chihuahua-Pomerian mix. She adores barking, chicken, snow, barking in the snow, and more barking. No dog is sweeter than Penny, but she's essentially still a puppy. This piece is from an informal humor series called 'Gibson-Currie Family Theater' written for my Facebook friends. 

 

Penny: It snowed! Human, do you see this amazing snow?

Gibson: Yes, but it's not amazing. 

Penny: Human, why are you still in the kitchen?

Gibson: I don't like the snow. 

Penny: Everybody loves snow! Flip-flops are totally cool...get-out-here. 

Gibson: Nope. 

Penny: Hold on, just let me bite some snow. Snow biting is the best thing about being alive!

 

Gibson (leaning out the door): Stop eating the snow! 
Penny: Munch-munch-munch...why are you yelling? I'm a dog, I can hear you whisper. 
Gibson: But you NEVER listen. Get back in the house. 

Penny: Snow is delicious, and quite refreshing. Why don't you ever make snow for me? 
Gibson: What, do you think this house is a Hawaiian shave ice kiosk, for dogs?

 

Penny slowly makes her way through the yard, back to the deck, up the ramp, and into the house. A devious attempt to run by Gibson-without getting her paws wiped- is the final insubordinate flourish. 
Gibson: Penny, wait. I have to wipe your paws. 
Penny: I never notice anybody wiping your paws. 
Gibson: I'm a person. Stop...squirming!

Penny: I thought President Obama made us a post-racial society. We're all equal now! 
Gibson: People are all the same species, you're a d-o-g. 
Penny: I don't see your point...what's wrong with this towel? Did you run out of fabric softener, or is it one of the really bad ones from the back of the linen closet?

Gibson: This is the longest day of my life. 

 

 

Penny: I want to sit with Chloe. 
Gibson: Chloe hates you. 
Penny (jumps up on the recliner, right next to Chloe): No she doesn't. 
Chloe: Growling...I hate you! 
Penny: I really don't think so. 

Penny settles down, with one eye on the coveted recliner, where Chloe is imperiously perched atop a luxury dog towel.