Wordless Wednesday

 

Beat This Caption

Fred and the resting "I hate my diet" face, 

Monday Question

 Tell me about your parents.

What job did they work for the majority of their lives?

What are they doing now?

Daddy was a public housing manager.

Mommy was an x-ray tech.

She is now retired.

Daddy is a door dash driver.

Foley's' Tails From Rainbow Bridge: Tanner's Dad Mike

 

I stood next to my oldest friend Tanner Bub at the human arrival section of Rainbow Bridge waiting on Tanner’s dad, whose mortal body had been ravaged by Alzheimer's.

Tanner carried a small flask around his neck like he was a mountain rescue dog. He was not there to rescue a human, but an angel.

Tanner’s tail wagged as he saw his dad slowly crossing Rainbow Bridge. Most of the diseases that bring people to their final forever home are washed away in the river of life. Alzheimer’s is no different. But, its effects, mainly the loss of memories, linger.

That is why Tanner’s presence was so important. He ran to his dad and stopped at his feet. When the man patted Tanner’s head the Yellow Lab sighed, having waited for one of this human’s touch.

His dad patted him like he would any dog he met, even a stranger, which for all his dad knew he was.

Tanner let the flask slip off  his neck and fall on the ground. He pawed at it until the top became loose. The flask opened and his father was bathed in a warm light. He reached down and pet Tanner again, but this time he said his name.

What Tanner had carried with him was exceeexceedinglyrtant, it was his Dad’s memories, which all came back to him making him whole for the first time since the terrible disease had claimed him.

One of the last mortal pleasures Tanner’s Dad Mike had was walking with his dogs Lucy and Linus through the hills near their home.

Now, he scratchedTanner’s ear, and looked up to see his other angels Max, Cocoa Puff, and Ruger Roo, and asked if they wanted to go for a walk. The four dogs walked after their dad hiking the streets in the sky. 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

Friendly Friday Fill Ins

 

It is time for Friday Fill-Ins.

Can I get a hell year?

There are four statements: the first two statements are written by 15AndMeowing, and the final two are done  by  Four-Legged Furballs. Please check them out. 

Here are this week's statements with my fill ins CAPITALIZED 

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• EATING ONLY ONE BREAKFAST EACH MORNING makes me WHOLLY UNSATISFIED.

• I don't mind paying extra for PREMIUM KIBBLE AND TREATS BECAUSE I STOLE MY DAD'S CREDIT CARD.

• GETTING A FRESH BAG OF BACON STRIPS EVERY WEEK was the best part of my summer (AND FALL, WINTER AND SPRING,)

• I can’t wait to SCARE THE CRAP OUT OF INNOCENT TRICK OR TREATERS DISTURBING MY PEACEFUL ENJOYMENT OF THE LAST NIGHT IN OCTOBER CAUSING THEM TO PANIC AND RUN SPILLING THEIR CANDY SO I CAN EAT THEIR RESSE’S PIECES THEN WELCOME NOVEMBER BY PROJECTILE POOPING IN EVERY CORNER OF MY HOME this autumn

Poetry Thursday

 

Nichollas was walking in only his underwear

As if he hadn't a care

When he became aware

That he was being chased by a bear

Ii

He thought of his Uncle Mel

Who went on a safari for the stories he could

And was eaten by a lion after he fell

But he wasn’t eaten in only nis underwear, for that he would go to hell

III

The truth was the Nichollas didn’t want anyone to see

That the left behind pants were covered in pee

Because the night before in the dark in became as scared as could be

And he decided fully dressed and inside he would wee

IV

He would stay up all night

But in the morning came his biggest fright

A big and strong bear roaring with all his might

Who stopped his pursuit, and asked Nichollas to stop, tbe bear’s quads were tight.

V

Nichollas thought this might be good fortune

Ne was a masseuse, in his field he was considered to be Michael Jordan

And at risk of losing an organ

He helped his opponent iike a good sportsman

VI

In thanks the bear let him go free

Which filled Nichollas with glee

But the bear stopped him before he could flee

And told him to jump in the lake, he smelled like pee

VII

As Nichollas was washing the pee and soot

When he heard a splash and knew his goose was cooked

An alligator was watching him with a troubled look

And said “the bear told me you could get this hook out of my foot

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