Hello. It is I, Penelope.
Mom Mom and Human Brother say Hurricane might visit. Hurricane's name is Hermine. Mom Mom and Human Brother purchased treats for Hermine to eat. Perhaps I shall receive a treat?
Soon it will be a year since I got in Mom Mom's car and came to live with her and Nice Brother Franklin.
I smile more. I also learned to make noises. Mom Mom inquired of me, When will you start to bark, Penelope?
I thought, Bark? It is on trees. I am not a tree. I am a lady dog.
Then a few weeks ago, our daddy, Willy Dunne Wooters, came in the front door without announcing his presence. I was startled. A noise came out of my throat. Mom Mom said it sounded like a cough, but she thought I attempted a Bark.
I thought more about Bark and decided it is the noise my Nice Brother Franklin makes when he chats with Daisy the dog next door or when Jehovah's Witnesses ring the doorbell. I tried to make the same noise. It would not come out of me.
Human Brother came to our house when I did not expect him. (I do not understand all these uninvited guests: Daddy Wooters, Human Brother, Hermine. House is Mine with Mom Mom and Nice Brother Franklin.) Suddenly Bark came out of me and it grew and grew and before I knew it, Mom Mom said, Why, Penelope! You can Bark and Growl. You will scare away bad people if they come to our house.
I do not know how I make Bark and Growl but somehow I have learned to make Bark and Growl and Mom Mom is pleased. Human Brother does not understand. He thinks I do not like him. I love Human Brother. He helped rescue me when I came to live here and I did not know how to go inside House.
He startles me. Startle makes the Bark and Growl grow in me.
Perhaps I have Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. Dr. Psychiatrist should be consulted.
Now I choose to nap until Hermine goes gone.
Okay. That is all, but I will show to you a nice photograph sent by Mrs. Ducky, a very nice lady.
These animals are called Cats. Last week Nice Brother Franklin and I met a Cat. We might have sniffed its bottom out of curiosity, which is supposed to kill Cat. We did not want to kill Cat, but Cat thought we did. Cat ran up to hide in the branches of the big tree in the backyard. I never saw Cat again. I guess Cat remains in tree.
Hi Janie - that sounds good news that Penelope is able to bark ... all sounds well in Penelope's and Franklin's home! Cheers HilaryReplyDelete
Hello. It is I, Penelope. Mom Mom admits she thought I would never talk.Delete
Mom Mom is pleased... Well, that's all that matters. That and a doggy snack.ReplyDelete
Please tell Mom Mom here's my answer to her question: It's fatigue arising from chronic pulmonary sarcoidosis couple with a tad of neurosarcoidosis.
Hello. It is I, Penelope. We are sorry about the diagnosis. It sounds very mean and nasty. Even more unkind than my growl.Delete
It's nice to know Penelope has found her voice. Now you'll have to teach her proper grammar. :)ReplyDelete
Hello. It is I, Penelope. I have learned state capital letters and fengshuition. I am proud. (Note from Janie: Penelope gets a little confused about some words. She thinks fengshuition is punctuation that is balanced and pleasing to the eye. Her writing has improved quite a bit. At first, she didn't use any punctuation or capital letters.)Delete
Old for you P.ReplyDelete
Hello. It is I, Penelope. Are you old, Mr. Rick?Delete
Hello, Miss Barky Barky. Do no be concerned about the cat, but do keep an eye out.ReplyDelete
What a sweet story and looks like Penelope is making herself right at home. Good job, Penelope - Mom Mom needs someone to protect her.ReplyDelete
I had a cat that didn't meow either until it had to ride in the car to the vet's. All of a sudden it meowed and surprised itself too. Love that cat photo. So glad you found your bark Penelope!ReplyDelete
Mom Mom should let you & your Nice Brother post more often!!ReplyDelete
That was a funny postReplyDelete
It's good to hear how well Penelope is training her humans.ReplyDelete
How nice of you to find your voice...mom mom must be proud and you can enjoy a treat or two and keep mom mom and all happy when that hurricane comes throughReplyDelete
Penny the pawblisher has told me you write way betterer than the human you live with. Penelope, you might, if you haven't already done so, consider joining "Farcebark"....
Penny's fictional character,
love you gud dug penelope i thehamish never barksReplyDelete
nice tall lady who feed us is sayin' you can bark when i thehamish wantin'
i thehamish bark at coyotes, javelinas and bad dog that hurt i thehamish
you the gud dug have gud family.
I would love to hear your new bark; but, alas, I am deaf. At least, that's what my mom tells me when she thinks I'm not listening. I don't bark much these days because I'm getting old and I don't hear the strangers at the door anymore. My cat rubs on me and loves me and it really freaks me out. I don't want cats touching me. Yuck.