I guess I spoke too soon. Although, I can’t figure out how Pearl Bailey KNOWS when I write about her. I mean, she must have sensed something was up with me going on and on yesterday about her clean streak. Because when she returned this morning from her morning duties, this is what I was met with! How in the world does she get such intricate patterns on her beautiful face? And why? It’s like she met face-to-face with a charcoal bin that was hiding a gecko inside!
It never ceases to amaze me how intuitive this dog is. Let me tell you, even from a dead-sleep Pearl Bailey is instantly aware if I open up the freezer door…ice cream is a term NEVER spoken out loud in this household.
And, her ability to lay back when the pizza comes out of the oven? How does she know that the timing is not right because the temperature is too hot? Instead she lays in close proximity and waits until sufficient time has passed then she sidles up and plants herself beside my chair knowing that some of the uneaten crust is coming her way.
I guess we picked an intelligent dog when we picked Pearl Bailey. (Or maybe she picked us thinking the Professor and me as easy marks.) Sure, she has a pedigree and Ph.D. diploma in dog demeanor but I believe it goes beyond that. Pearl Bailey is just one of those knowing souls. Her instincts are finely honed and her devotion to me is paramount despite our comical pull at each other’s wits.
I have no choice but to keep her. One thing is for sure, I’m glad I’m not a betting man and I didn’t bet on her clean streak lasting. I would have lost my shirt!