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.
It’s nearing day’s end here on the island. As evening temps begin to settle, a warm breeze remains after the swelter of the day. 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!”