Logan is our June 14, 2015 Pup of the Week

Last weekend our wonderful human friend Aunt Wendy went for a walk with her three Labbies while her realtor showed Aunt Wendy’s hard to sell house.  When she returned back home the Lab Pack had lost one member.

The reason makes no sense whatsoever.  The three Labs:  Dodger, Raja and Logan all went on the same walk on a 75 degree day.  But during the walk Logan began to pant and show signs of heat exhaustion then collapsed.

He was rushed to the vet who suspected heat stroke.  The vet did everything he could for Logan but he could not be saved.  He crossed over to the Bridge and the Lab pack was two.

Logan did not realize what had happened when he arrived.  He was`taking a beautiful walk with his family, and then he was walking on his own, still in a beautiful place.  It was sad to see him look at his angel friends, and slowly realize what had happened, until he saw his sister Angel Reba and ran into her waiting paws.

All our angel friends gathered around Logan to comfort him.  I should have joined them but I kept thinking:  All he did was go for a walk.  Blazer and Simon saw the look in my eye, knew what I was going to do, and counseled me not to, but everyone knows what a determined Yorkie I am when I want to be.  I pushed over with my stubby back paws, fluttered my wings and headed up the mountain to confront the Big Guy.

I walked right into his office.  He was sitting at his desk with his back turned to me writing.  Always writing.  I was going to stamp my paw, my usual signal that I was there, and steamed but before I could stamp the Big Guy asked “Yes Foley?” like he had some sort of second sight.

“You know,” I said.  “Logan, went out for a walk with his family and now he’s here.  We can’t go for walks now?”

“It was hot,” he said.

“It wasn’t that hot!” I barked.  “There were two other dogs with him who were fine.  It makes no sense.”

“Passing over never does,” he said.  “Not for the young, the old, the healthy, the sick.  No one.  Especially for the loved ones left behind.  And remember not to always accept the easiest answer.  Logan may have been sick before he went on that walk.  He could have just passed over lying on that couch, nothing is known.  Why did this happen?  What will the future bring?  All unknown”   He then moved his hand dismissing me.  But I didn’t move.  I still had questions.  And I was not satisfied with his answers.  I began to speak when he flicked his hand again and thrust me off his mountain.

I landed back with my friends.  Logan and Reba were running in the hills together.  When they were done they went to watch over their Mom.

A few days later Brody, a poodle lab mix, who had lost his house, was made an official member of the Lab pack.  I started to think that Logan was brought to the Bridge so Brody could share the love that Logan got, or that Logan decided to go to the Bridge so Brody could know his Mom’s love.

And then I realized the Big Guy was right.  We really don’t know why things happen.  We just have to be like the Labbie’s Mom Aunt Wendy:  Grieve the bad, celebrate the good, and weather the storms, because we never know what is going to happen next we just have to know we will be prepared.

Reba, Logan and Dodger are our August 15, 2010 pups of the week

It seems we spend so much time writing Pups of the Week for friends who have either gone to the bridge, or are waiting to hear if their ticket is pending, it is a treat to write one for pups who have returned home.

This week Reba, Dodger and Logan finally came home, to their Mom, and to the Brigade. (Please do not confuse our Brigade with the one on the silly show about abandoned humans in the pound, it's called Big Brother or something like that. We are filing papers to sue those abandoned humans for illegally seizing our intellectual property.)

They left us under some mysterious circumstances. One of those human things. We missed them right away and pestered them to come home but there was much drama in their lives.

Their Mommy was selling their house and moving down the coast to a new city called San Diego, which I have it on the best of authorities means "A whale's vagina."

Moving a human to a new home is very complicated. You would think that it would be easier then moving a pup, with the tag team of drivers who bring us to our new home, but Mommy and Daddy are planning to move to a new house in the same city we live now and this seems very complicated, so I cannot imagine how hard it is to move to a whale's vagina.

As sometimes happen when humans move, especially when they are working, they don't get a new place for the pack to sleep before they start their jobs. So they become lodgers. The first place they lodged was at their Aunt's house. We have an Aunt, but have never met her, and Mommy does not like her, so we don't have good opinions of Aunts. I really didn't understand in their blog what they were saying about their Aunt but it sounds to me like she was drinking more than her share of water and blowing the vuvuzelas which scared Dodger, so they had to bug out and find a new place for their pack to plop.

They went to their Grandpops home, but that was sad because he had recently gone to the bridge, and their Mommy was heartbroken. As much fun as they had chasing the vermin at the house, they missed Grandpops. It was a familiar home, but not their home.

Mommy got to their new home first, but accommodations needed to be made to make for it to be safe for our friends, and to get this done she had to rely on contractors, and contractors are as reliable as cats. Instead of working they prefer to sit in the sun, drink, and lick themselves. Actually, so do I. But hey, we don't pretend to be working for you, like contractors....and cats.

Finally the work got done and the pack was back with their Mom and finally back where they belong with the Brigade (The Brigade is a fully registered trademark held by Foley Monster and Dr Pocket Dog, any unauthorized use of this trademark and we will mess you up, seriously, don't push us on this.)

So, for being the prodigal dogs, and finding their way back to their new home, and to us, Reba, Dodger and Logan are our August 15, 2010 pups of the week.