10 1 / 2012
It never occurred to me that Penny may never have been in a house before. We walked up to the front stoop and she stood there, confused, staring at the door jamb, eventually just lying down alongside it as if to give up. Knowing she was still partially knocked out from the post-spaying pain meds I carried her inside, not bothering to teach her how to come in. While sitting on the floor fiddling with my phone she stumbled over and wedged her way between my knees, passing out almost instantly. I convinced her the doggie bed was a better idea by sacrificing an old hand towel, which I guess smells enough like me to tell her it’s safe.
First night home, she slept better than I did.
