GERSEY

I never thought I would meet another dog like our own pampered pooches. We did, and her name is Gersey. The cutest little beagle you will ever encounter and she lives on about 75 acres in Medford, Oregon. She belongs to the Pearson family and she is like no other canine you will ever have the pleasure to make company with and enjoy.

Gersey loves to beg at the dinner table, chew up shoes, run over, under and around the furniture, jump up on visitors and into their cars. She is generally a happy young lady. Not so when other creatures invade her perceived space.

You can hear Gersey baying from everywhere on the property. The Pearson's have a trail cam (a camera placed on the trail to catch glimpses of wildlife) and Gersey is the star. She has treed bears, raccoons and any number of roaming creatures. She is, after all a hunting dog, barely a year old and has learned her job well.

In all the years we have known the Pearson's, they have always had some sort of domesticated pet. Forgive me, if I've forgotten any. Their was Aspen, Bailey, Checkers(cat), Derby, Eddie(cat), Fresca and now, Gersey.

Last Tuesday morning, November 24th, Hope came drowsily down the stairs, at the Peason homestead, and neglected to take care of her slippers. Gersey got a tight hold and took off like a shot out of a .38. Hope chased her around the house until Marybeth explained she would never catch Gersey by mowing her down. Hope had to come up with better tactical moves. So she just stopped. Gersey dropped the slipper and all was right with the universe once again.

Love and best wishes to Gersey and her family for keeping up with the Roderick's and their crazy road trip.