Category: Pearl Bailey, The Dog

Oh, stop! It’s not what you think, Pearl Bailey is alive and well, yet demonstrating some strange behavior. Today, our resident comedienne came sauntering in with ashes on her forehead. I said to her, “You’re a little early for Lent, sister, Ash Wednesday is in March, not September.” She stared at me in dismay. I

In the early hours this very morning, Pearl Bailey was awake and spunky and anxious to get out to her Shangri-La. This is a somewhat peculiar behavior for her. Typically, she rises slowly and determinedly as she makes her way to the door, stopping to check out the other entrances, her food bowl, and the toy box

The summer would not be complete without an accounting of Pearl Bailey’s grand weekend escape.  When I say this dame took a powder, I mean she even left Ella behind. The summer was preceding about as normal as it could be considering the lingering effects of Hurricane Debby.  We had our handyman at the house

Our island is graced with age-old oaks and palm trees.   There is a certain squirrel that lives in the Live Oaks that wind around our property. This squirrel is Pearl Bailey’s nemesis. Most squirrels pay no mind to silly dogs, but this squirrel…well; let’s just say he is cunning and of a devious nature. It

As you know, we just finished celebrating PB’s 11th birthday. That means I am entering into the (dreaded) geriatric phase of loving her. The vet visits are getting more frequent and her nap times more extended. The old gal is slowing down, so am I. Last night, I was watching her sleep, deep in dream

It’s unusual for my beauty, Pearl Bailey, to forego her two-meals a day, or have a waning interest in treats and even turn down a little extra “somethin’ somethin’ ”.  It’s clear she doesn’t feel good.  Just last week, she was at her favorite Superhero vet for a follow-up to an ear infection (oh those

June 13th means many things to me.  First, my late mother was born on June 13th, next the Professor’s daughter was born on June 13th, and last but not least, Pearl Bailey was born on June 13th.  So, as I said, June 13th is a very good day. My mother was born in the year

This morning, as I was about to step in the shower, Pearl Bailey showed up with an unexpected surprise. There I was wrapped in towel, hair pulled back tightly in a bun waiting for the water to warm sufficiently and all of a sudden Miss Bailey appeared in the doorway with the most quizzical look

Pearl Bailey and her cohort, Ella, were invited to a doggie birthday pool party. Now, telling Pearl Bailey that swimming was going to be part of her day was like telling a kid with a sore throat that the ice cream truck would be parked in front of his house until further notice. Pearl Bailey

There are just some stories that begged to be told over and over again. This adventure with Pearl Bailey falls into that category. As the afternoon was giving way to evening, Pearl Bailey and Ella were down in their Shangri-La. I joined them in the yard sitting on a bench under the palms enjoying the