Pearl

August 18, 2011

What can you say about Pearl, the perfect senior dog? Pearl's name fit her since she was so precious and everyone said she needed to have her little Pearl necklace that matched her name. She came into our lives and ran the household. Butch said she reminded him so much of his mother: strong yet fragile at the same time. She waited by the door for me to return home and expressed her displeasure by vocalizing while I was away. She didn't like wet grass and drank water from the opposte side of the bowl. She was my first foster dog and made me cry when she left to go to her forever home. I looked forward to hearing from Stacy with updates on my former foster but it was not meant to be. She was taken too early when we all thought that she had more years left to enjoy her new home. She came to us not really walking when Allie first got her but left this life regaining her noble posture. She will be missed by one and all but now she is playing with all those who have gone before in doggie heaven. Dena (foster mom)

I think Pearl was a classic sheepdog. Even at 10 years old, having been uprooted and moved around, she was still proud and confident. She took charge of my home in one day, and she even smiled. Sheepdogs know their job deep down inside, which is to protect their sheep. They don't stop, even if they're in pain, and they manage to be happy no matter what their circumstances. That was Pearl. That's why I love sheepdogs best. I thought she looked happy, too, and she seemed comfortable. She enjoyed looking out the window a lot. One thing that I'll remember that was so 'proud' of Pearl was that when she went out, she would stop at the top of the stairs to sniff the air and look around. She looked so majestic and strong, which is what sheepies are. She was definitely in command. I hope she felt settled. Stacy (adoptive mom)