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Today is the one-year anniversary of bringing home Penny, my Rhodesian ridgeback mix. She was a street dog that came on one of those angel transports from California, pretty skinny and scarred up. Her vet thinks it's possible that she was used as a bait dog or otherwise attacked by something much larger than her because she has obvious tooth puncture scars on her head, chest, and forelegs. She's not so great with other dogs, but she's a love with people and has come a long way since then. When we first brought her home, she didn't know any commands or how to walk on a leash. She's a very good girl. Very smart. Hardly ever barks, but still manages to be a good guard dog all the same. This picture is the day we officially adopted her after a week-long foster-to-adopt trial. When we went back to the rescue to fill out her paperwork, she hid under my chair, shaking and with her head down the whole time. When I was done I said, "Let's go home, Penny!" and she perked up and bounded after me to the car. She grinned the whole ride home.
