Jenny Penny has been with us for two weeks now and she’s feeling at home. She’s stopped using the deck for a toilet; runs down the ramp and dances in the grass, as if to say, “Hello grass! I’ve missed you!” And she goes alone while I wait at the door. When she’s finished her job, she runs to the door, tail up, and jumps up onto me, expecting lavish praise, which, of course, she gets. When she’s excited, she spins and jumps and can hardly contain her joy. She’s my constant companion; follows me wherever I go. When I’m seated, she stays close by my side, or in my lap. She’s generous with kisses. What more could I want? I love this little sweetheart. She’s my angel, my savior. Life is good again.