The mystery of what happened to my Lady Pearl Dog has been solved. Z. found her dead. No one took her or ran over her. She just died. Z. gave her a proper burial before I got home.
There is a Happy Hunting Grounds for all the pets that die. I know Saint Bernard welcomed her with a good lick. Pearl will no longer have to put up with Cousin Louie a pestering her. She’ll have all the room to run and chase others in. And there will be no more trips to the Vets.
Don’t you know Big’n was glad to see her. She liked Big’n, he didn’t pester her. And he didn’t hog the food. I’m sure Big’n has made friends with Lucy and Bingo and will introduce Lady Pearl to them.
However, Pearl’s two kids are still around. Held Sadie May the other day and Cooter, now known as Chap, comes to see me, too. They both look like “Mother Pearl.” Something told me to adopt Uncle Archie and my Little Rojo. Don’t have a six pack anymore, but these doggies really fill my life. Nacha, Earl, Rojo, Uncle Archie and of course that Cousin Louie always greet me after work, when I come home. These all are special friends of mine. Yep, Cousin Louie, too! Bless his little heart.
P.S. I was told, “If your feet or your butt hurts? You hurt all over!” Well, my left foot hurts and Thursday I’m having it fixed. Z. will be in charge of cooking, some cleaning and feeding the dogs. I’ve asked him to carry my pink cell phone for me to call him if I need him! That part of carrying a pink phone isn’t to his liking.