She’s Sweet, But She Has No Modesty

This is Pearl.

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How appropriate that we took this picture on a leopard print rug, right?  Bless her heart.  The sweet baby girl is always looking for a little love.

When Pearl went through obedience training, this is the position she adopted for the down-stay command.  Whatever works, as they say.

Pearl came to live with us six years ago this Thanksgiving.   At the time we had Zeus and a 10-year-old yellow lab/golden retriever mix named Belle.  Those two were best friends, but Belle was slowing down and was having more and more trouble getting around.  We hadn’t really talked about getting another dog, though we’d mentioned here and there that it might be nice for Zeus to have a pup to play with.

As luck would have it, my cousins’ chocolate lab, Annie, had whelped a litter of puppies in October and after Thanksgiving dinner we all went out to their house to see them.  There is nothing cuter than four or five round-bellied lab puppies frolicking around, chasing leaves.  And walking sideways.  And falling down for no reason.  And pouncing on each other.  And pouncing on nothing in particular.

There was one chocolate female who, well, let’s just say was a well-fed little gal and full of spunk.  She was a chunk!  And I kind of wanted to bring her home.  If I were going to pick one, she would have been the one I’d have picked.  But, I didn’t think we were in the market.  And you see, there was something else going on in another corner of the yard.

My husband sat down on the edge of one of the flower beds and watched the puppies play, and one of the black females kept coming over to him and sitting down.  She’d wander off and play, but she’d return.  He’d pet her and give her a little attention, and she’d run along for a while with her sisters.  But she kept going back over and sitting next to him.

She picked him.

Well, needless to say…  We left their house and went to my husband’s family’s house for supper and nearly killed ourselves on another Thanksgiving meal.  On the way home, my husband said, “I have a name for her.”

“Who?”

“The little black dog.”

“Oh.  What’s her name?”

“Pearl.”

Well, if he’d already named her, there was no way we could come home without her.  Some sort of bond had occurred.  We called my cousins, asked if we could take her, and the rest is history.  We stopped by their house, Lynn gave her a bath, and we came home with a puppy.

Pearl loves everybody, but she is most definitely Tater Daddy’s dog.  She loves him first and foremost and wants to be wherever he is.  She’d go to work with him if she could, and she’s well-behaved enough that I’m pretty sure no one would notice.  Except, of course, for that snore.  

When he’s home, this is where she wants to be.

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She also has a fondness for my mother.  If she’s here, Pearl scrambles into her lap as if to say, “Please, please tell me that you came to see ME!”

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I’ve already mentioned that she snores, so loudly, in fact that we’ve had to gently shake her out of her stupor because she’s drowned out the sound on the TV.  Like most Labs, she would stay in the water all day long.  She loves to catch a tennis ball, and we even considered buying a (used) tennis ball machine because our arms get so tired from throwing them.  She’s been known to fall asleep with a tennis ball in her mouth.  She’ll ride in Tater Daddy’s Jeep ALL DAY LONG if allowed, preferably in the front seat.  She is as smart as a whip and obeys commands well enough that she’s reliable off the leash.  I’m convinced that my husband could tell her to paint the house and she’d find a way to do it.  When he’s out of town, she sleeps on his side of the bed.  And sulks.  Pouts is more like it.  

When we brought Tater Tot home from the hospital, Pearl stood guard over his bassinet for two days and dared the other dogs to come anywhere near him.  She even backed Zeus down, and she’s never challenged his Alpha Male authority, except when she had her own litter.  And even then, he knew better than to come too close.

Tater Tot loves her.  He regularly walks up to her and hugs her.  He laughs at her.  And he’s taken to calling her, like we do, “Sweet baby girl.”

So what if she doesn’t have any modesty?  I think we can overlook it.

(But we might have to do something about that snoring………)

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3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Meg @ SpicyMagnolia
    Nov 13, 2008 @ 15:34:22

    Sooo cute!! I absolutely love it! Our Molly does that every now and then when she gets really comfortable, and the sounds she makes while sleeping keeps me and hubby up laughing!

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  2. Kim H.
    Nov 14, 2008 @ 11:31:57

    Awww… I love her!! I’m such an animal person and Pearl sounds like one I wouldn’t have been able to leave either. That’s so cute that she picked Tater Daddy… such a sweet story.

    My dogs will do the same thing – the love to have their bellies rubbed.

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  3. Kim H.
    Nov 14, 2008 @ 11:32:56

    Oh you should hear my girls – my Lab dreams out loud… I mean you can see her running, and then she’ll let out a weird sounding bark… it’s very cute!

    My boston terrier just plain rattles the roof with her snores… so I totall get you on that front.

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