Category: Pearl Bailey, The Dog

Last night, waiting at the top of the stairs for the rest of her pack to ascend, I found Pearl Bailey bathed in light. Hmm…I thought, is that a halo? Now, as I have clearly demonstrated in previous writings where I have offered her antics as delicately as I can, Miss Pearl Bailey is far

It is not uncommon for Pearl Bailey and I to wake and descend the stairs at the same time each morning. So, one can gather from this togetherness, that some conversation would take place ~ even if it is a one-sided one at that! After an hour of gradual exchange between the two of us,

I live in a beautiful Florida town that was settled by John Ringling, the founder of the Ringling Bros. Barnum and Bailey Circus. The presence of the circus is reflected all around this town of mine. As residents, we pay homage to the circus, so as to continue to glorify this wonderful childhood rite of

Pearl Bailey is now a robust ten-year-old and frolics with the best of them. But back in the beginning of our relationship we spent our time sequestered in an idyllic cottage nestled by a riverbank on a horse farm in the quaint antique town of Royal Oak, Maryland. Without the benefit of an fenced area

No, you are not seeing double, nor have I been down in a laboratory seeking an ‘Ella’ clone. Allow me to introduce, Reba (yes, named for the one and only Reba McIntyre). She is a neighboring visitor, and like my girls is named for a singer. Regardless of the fact they share that distinction, Reba

Pearl Bailey is a handful. Pure and simple, she is possessed by some deviant mischievous being that powers her and urges her to do diabolical things (she told me this!) When I was upstairs today putting away the freshly folded laundry, the Professor was downstairs with the hounds. I guess he had let them out

Pearl Bailey startled me awake this morning, and man – she was in a frenzy. She raced down the stairs before me in a conniption fit! Once I opened the sliding glass door, she barreled down the outside steps into the her Shangri-La and came face to face with her nemesis, Merle the Squirrel. Now,

Pearl Bailey is a habitual dreamer. I kid you not, when she is not awake and outside wreaking havoc, she is found asleep and dreaming sensational dreams. I often walk by her on the way to the kitchen, and witness her animated yet sound-asleep. I find it fascinating that she becomes so immersed in such

Pearl Bailey seems like she’s been in a dilemma all morning. When the house becomes eerily silent, that’s when I go looking. This is how I found her, perfectly still – not moving a muscle. Pearl Bailey was apparently contemplating over Frenzied Flounder or Crackpot Croaker and deciding which one would be willing to take

Does one really ‘own’ a dog – or do they ‘own us’ like “…this is my master…”. Or are they, instead, simply on loan to us — to take care of us and guide us, amuse us and call upon us to deliver our best humanity and grace through their unconditional love and acceptance? To