Introducing My Diva Dog

I have a dog that dreams.  No, I do not mean occasionally, I mean constantly.  When she is not awake stalking and devouring lizards, she is dreaming.  Now, if you are inclined to believe, this diva has a flair for the dramatic.  The theatrics that accompany her slumbered visions are nothing short of a performance.  She is settled now at my feet, but her yips and yaps have her 2 years old again following that mama rabbit down the warren hole.  She is satisfied with her efforts apparently, as indicated by the smile on her face and her prancing, dancing paws still going strong.  I marvel at the unabashed joy Miss Bailey has within her soul.  She certainly knows how to let go and allow sleep to deliver her some entertainment. 

Yesterday, I took her to the Bank.  She seriously thinks the drive-up window is a cookie machine.  I put in money and the drawer comes back out with a piece of white paper and a cookie for the prima donna.  I suppose the idea of this formula is appealing to her, because as soon as I say, “I’ll be back, I’m running to the Bank” Pearl Bailey is hot on my heels. The antics of this canine are a constant reminder that as her guardian I need to be always on my toes!

It’s nearing day’s end here on the island, a soft rain has been falling for hours.  I am sure our resident actress would be delighted to meet face-to-face with one of the new puddles that have formed, but she will have to wait, I just had the house cleaned!  Jeez, Pearl Bailey – give it a day, would ya’?