One look confirms it – Pearl Bailey has donned another disguise! And, she stinks to high heaven, too. Ugh, I do not know what I am going to do with this waif of a dog. She is incorrigible!
Last evening I let her out to carouse in her Shangri-La. Because it was a balmy evening down here on the Key, and I was sensitive to her enjoyment of the pleasant weather, I let her be. After about an hour, I began my ‘calling to come in’ routine. No response. After four or five attempts I resorted to calling in the big guns! Yes, after my failed efforts to get her to come in on her own, I enlisted the Professor for back up. Of course, one bellow from our deep-voiced patriarch I knew would see instant results, which it did (footnote to self – call out the big guns after one try – not five!)
Well folks, just take a look at what came sauntering in the door – and can I tell you how bad she smelled? I am certain from the odor that she had met face-to-face with a skunk or a possum or a pissed off Merle Squirrel – because when I tell you the stench that was emanating from her was gamey in its perfume, well…you catch my drift. Let’s just say, she reeked with an aroma that was far from a bouquet.
I could not stand to look at her in her filthy disguise. The facial mask that she seemingly crafted all on her own held no amusement to me either! And her two toned back coat made me wonder IF in the veil of nightfall someone had switched my beautiful white dog with a mangy stray – but ‘No’, that was not the case.
Listen, I tell Pearl Bailey how gorgeous she is at least once a day. I praise her for her alluring beauty and this is how she chooses to repay me? I’ve decided – she’s a character of Jessica Rabbit ilk – ‘not really bad just drawn that way!’