Pearl Bailey is a dreamer. No, I do not mean occasionally, I mean constantly. When she’s not awake stalking and devouring lizards, she is dreaming. Now, if you are inclined to believe, this diva has a flair for the dramatic even in her sleep. 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. I wish that were true of us humans who often fight sleep with a thousand thoughts spiraling around in our heads.
Yesterday, as a little added adventure, I took Pearl Bailey to the Bank with me. Now, I believe this dame seriously thinks the drive-up window is a cookie machine wherein I put in money and the drawer comes back out with a piece of white paper and a cookie for Her Majesty. I suppose the idea of this formula is appealing to her, because as soon as I say to the Professor, “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 on my toes at all times!
It’s nearing day’s end here on the island, there is a cool chill to the air as evening temps are beginning to set in. Our resident actress is stirring from her slumber giving me the eye that it is time to move towards preparing her dinner. “OK, Pearl Bailey, I’m coming – hanging with you is the best part of my day!”