IF OUR PETS COULD TALK

IF OUR PETS COULD TALK

Hi, my name is Pearl - Minnie Pearl to be exact, but that was completely by accident. Lot’s of people think it’s a fun Nashville “thang” but my mama rescued me from a Jack Russell Resuce site and had me for four months before she got my real papers.

It’s not supposed to work that way, but I was so sick when they saw a sucker - my Mama - they had to act fast! The humans at the site gave mama some papers for a rat terrier (can you imagine?) and convinced her to foster me until she found me a permanent home.

I wasn’t supposed to be adopted - she had two boys already, Moe and Curly (and yes the names fit if you’re wondering. They are stooges…) but she fell in love with me after many trips to the Vet’s office to get me back in shape. Lord she cried like a baby every time I had to get a shot… I knew I was in three weeks before she finally took the ridiculous hot pink collar that said ADOPT ME I’M A FOSTER off my neck. It wasn’t a secret - anytime someone would ask if I was up for adoption, Mama changed the subject.

Anyhoo - when she adopted me the humans just so happened to find my real papers and Mama laughed out loud when she realized I was Minnie Pearl. No, I will not wear a straw hat with a price tag for Halloween - don’t even ask.

That was eight years ago! Lord - I was so little she thought I was a puppy but I was just sick. Surprise - I was already four years old. Now I’m an old lady of twelve. Time flies when you’re being loved.

Pearl is the owner of Mandy Haynes (me) and yes I’M still a sucker… but look at that face!