Tommy Tunes Induction Into the DS Hall of Fame

As you know today I planned to start a group on DS called the “Tommy Tunes Hall of Fame Group.”  Well, apparently I can’t start a group because I don’t have a wolf badge.  Do they still badges here?  Anyway if anyone has a wolf badge and could start the group for me I would appreciate it.

Also if anyone is good at photoshop and can take Tommy’s picture, and put it on a plaque, with the words below, or in your own words, that would be appreciated too.

So, not as grandly as I planned, here is my Tommy Tunes DS Hall of Fame Plaque

                                

TOMMY TUNES

June 6, 1997 to August 28, 2014

MOST BELOVED MEMBER OF DOGGYSPACE EVER.  WAS ALWAYS A NEW MEMBER’S FIRST FRIEND AND WOULD REMAIN THEIR BEST FRIEND FOREVER.  MADE COUNTLESS HILARIOUS VIDEOS AND PHOTOS FOR HIS FRIENDS TO ENJOY.  DID HUNDREDS OF PICTURE TRIBUTES FOR FRIENDS WHO HAD GONE TO THE BRIDGE.  WAS ALWAYS THERE FOR EVERY DOG AND PARENT WHEN THEY NEEDED A PAW TO HOLD ON TO AND A SHOULDER TO CRY UPON.  HE AND HIS FATHER STEVE WERE THE GREATEST COMBINATION OF PET PARENT AND PET IN THE HISTORY OF BOTH THE CANINE WORLD AND THE HUMAN RACE.  FIRST MEMBER INDUCTED INTO THE DOGGYSPACE HALL OF FAME.  HOLDS A SPECIAL PLACE IN THE HEARTS OF EVERYONE WHO EITHER MET HIM ONLINE OR IN PERSON.  THE DEFINITION OF THE TERM GOOD DOG.

Tommy Tunes is our August 31, 2014 Pup of the Week

On Thursday I got a message that a new pup was arriving at the Bridge..  I went to my spot at the top of the stairs and looked down waiting for somepup to start climbing.  Then the wind began to blow, the ground shook under my feet, birds flew out of the trees, the Bridge itself swung like it was caught in a mighty breeze. Then I heard the cries from the mortal side, like thunder in the distant, but high pitched, and mourning.  “No?” “Why?”  “Please don’t let it be true!”   I did not know what had happened, but I knew that something big had been moved.

I went into the crouch position I used when scared.  When I arose I felt a paw on my shoulder and looked up to see the big thing that had been moved:  Tommy Tunes.  I don’t know why, because he was with me, and what had happened to him had happened to me, but I burst into tears, for him, for his Dad Steve, for everyone on the mortal side of the Bridge.  They had lost something big indeed.

Tommy patted me on the head.  “It’s OK Foley.  I know there is great sadness on the mortal side.   I know my Dad’s heart is broken.  So is mine.  But we all have only so many heartbeats, and I got more than anyone I know.  I was blessed with so much time with my Dad.  Everyday I got up and thanked the Big Guy that I was the luckiest dog on the face of the Earth with the best Dad and the best friends.  Now that it is over I have many friends here.”

I told him I hadn’t noticed him climbing the stairs.  “Oh I didn’t have to.  A hand picked my up and carried me here.”  I had never heard of such a thing.  But then I remember.  He was Tommy Tunes.  He and his Dad were always the first:  The first friend a dog had on DS, the first with a kind word to a sick pup, our first laugh of the day, the first with a tribute to a dog who had passed over.  He deserved special treatment.

I told him I needed to swear him in but he said it wasn’t necessary.  When you are a dog as well known for his good deeds as he was there is no swearing in process.  Of course I was sworn in, but that’s cool.  Tommy did so much.

I hope the people who run DS know that.   Tommy was exclusively on DS.  No Facebook, Tanner Brigade, or any other site.  He was like Streisand playing Vegas.  You wanted to see him you needed to go to one place:  DS.  As someone said before he was Doggyspace.   More than Zuckerberg is Facebook.  The biggest reason to check DS everyday is now on the immortal side  of life.  (Then again I have been here for 14 months and written more than John Grisham in that time.)

I told Tommy that the next step was for him to get fitted for his wings.  Suddenly they popped out of his back.  “No fitting needed,” he said.  “They said they have had them ready for years.  They are outlined with gold because of the wonderful love I shared on Earth, how are your wings?”  I tucked my plain wings further behind me and smiled, then changed the subject telling him we should go to his cloud.

We both flew up to it.  I had never seen a first time angel fly so gracefully.  He was headed to the biggest cloud in the sky. I tried to catch up to tell him those were off limits, but he flew through the cloud and into the most expansive mansion I had ever seen.  I landed next to him.  “Tommy, I don’t think we should be here,” I said.

Then I saw the big oil painting of him and his father over the mantle and I knew he was in the right place.  My claws tapped on the marble floor.  I rubbed against the silk curtains.  Tommy went around the corner and said “cool” then came back with some freshly popped pop corn.  He gave me some.  “How big is your pop corn popper?” he asked.

“Oh big, real big,” I said nodding.  Actually it was a microwave I got at Sears.  On the opposite wall from the painting was the largest wide screen television I had ever seen. Before he became engrossed watching something I suggested we go down to the river, look in the waves, and watch his Dad and Freddie Girl.

“Oh I don’t need to do that,” he said.  He nosed the remote and turned on the TV.  A live view of his Dad sitting with Freddie Girl came on.  Tommy sighed deeply and put his head between his paws.  A slight tear fell from his eye.  It was very moving but I could not get past my jealousy that I had a small screen TV and had to go down to the river to see my loved ones in the waves.

Then I heard his doorbell.  It sounded like church bells ringing.  I didn’t move to answer.  There must be a butler.  But no one came and I told Tommy I would get the door.   When I answered it I felt like such a fool.  This was why Tommy lived in the most special place at the Bridge with so many privileges, this is why his Dad will join him here someday, this was why he deserved all the rewards he had received and more.

It was Gina Busch and Pepsi.  For those who don’t know Gina was Freddie Girl’s first Mom who crossed the river after getting cancer (Pepsi had preceded her a few weeks earlier.)  Gina ran across the marble floor to the couch where she kissed Tommy over and over again, thanking him for saving Freddie Girl, and Pepsi, who gave me a lick (we see each other almost every day) went over and gave Tommy a big hug too. Then the three of them sat on the couch eating pop corn and watching Freddie Girl and Steve on the wide screen TV.

I no longer felt any jealousy over Tommy’s reward.  He deserved all of it, and more, for Freddie, for friendship, for love, for humor, for caring, for being a brother to a thousand dogs.  I slipped out of the house and went back to my modest, clean, well lit cloud, pulled out my decree pad and did something not even Tommy could do.  I wrote out an order that all humans must follow,

Tomorrow, on DS, I am creating a group called the DS Hall of Fame and the first dog inducted will be Tommy Tunes.  I will let the humans work out how they want to nominate and vote on other members but I ask that they let time pass first.  Tommy should be the only member for a few months.  It is only fitting, because he was the Babe Ruth, the Beatles, Michael Jordan, and Joe Montana of DS, all rolled into one..

Simply the best.

“Beautiful Reward” by Bruce Spingsteen

Well I sought gold and diamond rings

My own drug to ease the pain that living brings

Walked from the mountain to the valley floor

Searching for my beautiful reward

Searching for my beautiful reward

From a house on a hill a sacred light shines

I walk through these rooms but none of them are mine

Down empty hallways I went from door to door

Searching for my beautiful reward

Searching for my beautiful reward

Well your hair shone in the sun

I was so high I was the lucky one

Then I came crashing down like a drunk on a barroom floor

Searching for my beautiful reward

Searching for my beautiful reward

Tonight I can feel the cold wind at my back

I'm flyin' high over gray fields my feathers long and black

Down along the river's silent edge I soar

Searching for my beautiful reward

Searching for my beautiful reward

Ask Aunt Foley

(This blog was mostly written before we heard of Tommy’s passing.  We dedicate this blog to Tommy and the best dog Dad we know, his Dad Steve.)

Dear Aunt Foley: What the hell?  So one Dad makes a minor mistake and a dog steps into a grate and now all Dads are bad dog parents?  I know lots of Dads who are great dog parents, and are raising their dogs on their own.  I think you owe them an apology or you are going to get the reputation as an anti-Daddite - Katie

 

Dear Katie:  Oh boy, I really opened a can of garlic with my last Ask Aunt Foley.  I certainly did not mean to dismiss the love and care that so many Dads give their dogs.  There is such a long list of great Dads I could not list them here but they include your Dad, Reese’s Dad, Hobo’s Dad, Tommy Tunes’ Dad, Leo’s Dad, Stamford’s Dad, and even my own Dad.

Just from my own experience I can tell you how great Dads are.  Daddy took me for my walks, got up with me in the middle of the night when I needed to go outside, cleaned up my accidents, snuggled with me, played with me, and treated me like his little princess.  And most of all he takes care of my Mom and works to make the kibble.

And there are Dads out there like Reese’s Dad who don’t even have a Mom in the house.  I think being a single pup parent is hard, and even harder when you are a male (although he receives ample support from Reese’s Uncle R.)  And when you are Reese’s Dad, well,Reese does come with his own set of problems, being an intact pittie with no regard for safety when nature calls.

Years ago on the mortal side of the Bridge I stopped a kitty from going into her house and the next thing I knew there were kitties picketing my house and I was called anti-kitty which could not be further from the truth unless they sat on my deck which truthfully pissed me off to no end.  I was vindicated later on when it was proved the kitty didn’t belong in the house but there shall be no vindication this time (and the last thing I need is a bunch of sweaty men picketing Mommy’s house.)

So please all of your with wonderful Dads, accept my sincerest apologies for not recognizing their love, warmth and generosity.  I shall never make that mistake again.

Two Old Florida Dogs, A Hungry Dog, and an Ace are our Pups of the Week

For most Americans it was a short week, but for us pups and their parents it has been a week of prayer as three of our friends, two tough old Florida dogs, and one overly hungry Illinois dog, each had operations that made us very worried.  All three pups are home and on the road to a full recovery, but one pup, our friend  Ace, Apollo and Shakira’s brother, not in need of an operation, or a hospital stay, at the age of 14, finds his song ending, and is scheduled to cross the River of Life to the immortal side on Tuesday.

The week began with news that sent an earthquake of worry through our tight little band.  Tommy Tunes, the keeper of keys, who puts our minds at ease and is guaranteed to please, was undergoing surgery.  Tommy is 17 and he needed surgery on his eyes and to remove some growths.  Surgery is a risk at any age but when you are a senior dog the risks grow.  We all gathered in our designated spots to pray and blessedly word came that Tommy came through surgery and, although he was sore, he still plans to amuse and comfort us for many, many more moons.

Then came news that Hobo Hudson was quietly undergoing the knife.  Hobo, author, and wise businessman, kept quiet about his surgery plans, knowing such momentous news could cause upheaval in the bone market.  He had some growths that needed to be removed.  It was done, at an undisclosed location, to keep the puparrazi away, and he was home at the end of the day, also sore, but enjoying an intimate dinner with his wife Lily.  When word leaked of Hobo’s surgery we went back to our special prayer spots and asked the heavenly angels to heal our friend, which they did.  We hoped there would not be a third surgery, because heavenly angels often say no

But by the end of the week we were back in our prayer spots praying for Lacey.  She ate a charcoal filter from their aquarium and it got lodged in her digestive tract and needed surgery.  For the third time we gathered at our prayer spots and for a third time the angels said yes although they made us promise she wouldn’t eat anything that could kill her for at least a month.

But the angels don’t always give, sometimes they take, and Ace, brother to Shakira and Angel Apollo has made the decision to leave the mortal world behind and pass over to Rainbow Bridge.  His legs have given out and his heart is failing.  He has fought long and hard to stay with his Mom but he knows his heartbeats are running out and his song will be ending.  When he crosses over on Tuesday there will be Apollo, and many other friends waiting to see him, while on the mortal side there will be many tears.

It will be bittersweet to see Ace again, knowing the sadness felt by those he left behind, but it will be good to see him, and to know he is only a party of one.

Pups Who Inspire Artists Are Our September 22, 2013 Pups of the Week

What a wonderful week is has been.  I have not sworn in any friends after they crossed the River of Life on Rainbow Bridge and while friends like Misha, and little baby Ethan are in need of prayers, I fully expect both to have many days with their packs and families.  

So this is one of the week’s that we get to celebrate the wonderful things that dogs inspire their Moms and Dads to do.

Lately, as I gaze deeply into the River of Life to see what my friends are doing, I get tired and climb onto my leopard skin vagina cloud (“Mommy do you know what that cloud looks like?”  “Yes I do sweety but we don’t use language like that.”) hook up my Internet connection, have a cup of puppy tea and get to see what my friends are doing without interference from all the fish in the River.

And what I see are Moms and Dads doing wonderful art work to honor my friends whose clouds float past me as I write and those who are still enjoying their mother’s warm laps in their forever homes.

I present to you first our brother from another litter Leo and the wonderful painting his Mom Eileen did to capture the heart, soul, bravery, and adventurous spirit of our friend Willie.  When you look into his brown eyes you can see his heart in all it’s beauty.  A painting of me, in my glory, done by Leo’s Mom, is proudly displayed in my living room where people can enjoy it not just for the beautiful subject matter but for the artwork itself that has a sweep of love in every brush stroke.

Then there is our friend Zoe Boe’s Mom Connie.  There are seven drawings she has graciously given to my parents on the walls at my forever home.  Her drawing is also in the banner on our blog page.  She has kept many of us laughing with her Hump Day funnies on the Tanner Brigade.  And here is an example of her best work, of Leo, who is so handsome he inspires other Moms too.  A picture could not capture the soul of our sweet friend better than Zoe Boe’s Mom’s artwork does.

In the lonely hills of Colorado where they are digging out from the season’s first snowstorm Enzo’s Mom is producing lovely sketches celebrating the treasured relationships that we dogs share.  Here are one of the many sketches she has done for her loyal friends at DS.

Chrissy’s Mom Suzanne Rumsey is not only a fierce fighter for homeless dogs but she also is an accomplished artist.  My good friend Hans was very moved when he saw this tribute picture Chrissy’s Mom did of him and he has a copy hanging over his fireplace on his cloud.

And last, but certainly not least, my dear friend Tommy Tunes and his Dad Steve who does weekly portraits of our friends and does not let an hour past after hearing a friend has gone to the Bridge before he gets a tribute picture posted.  This is one of our dear friend Wishbone who sits near me as I type this.

Thank you to all the wonderful artists who bring countless smiles to our faces letting us see our friends in ways we never thought possible and the wonderful pups who inspire them

Tommy Tunes is out January 20, 2013 Pup of the Week

I have enjoyed this week very much. While there have been pups and Moms in need   of prayer nothing has happened that has made our eyes wet or was too difficult to read.

I like to recognize a special dog each week and usually it is because they are ill or have gone to the Bridge. But this week there is no one to recognize. Which really just thrills me and leaves me with one small problem. I don’t have anyone to write about as pup of the week. And I am happy about this, really, but I sit here, moving my paws over the keyboard, having to write my Sunday blog.

There are so many dogs with great parents who do transports, rescues, fostering, or alert us about what we need to know. But we have recognized them all recently and don’t want to favor one over the others.

And then it hit me. It was Pocket smacking me upside the head. She whispered in my ear. I said I thought that was a wonderful but we usually recognize Tanner Brigade members and despite several requests to join this pup has made his home happily at DS.  Then Pocket reminded me that everyone on the Tanner Brigade loves this dog. At first I was stunned that Pocket was right twice in the same day then I decided to do as she said.

This dog is what everyone would call their first friend, because I think, if you asked a random dog who was their first friend in social networking they would name him. This dog is someone who, like I, is always ready to comfort a parent who has lost a pup, and to do something to honor the pup. He does it through pictures while I do it through words.

Of course you all know by now, because you are very smart, and his picture is at the top of the blog, and his name on the blog title, that I am talking about Tommy Tunes.

We don’t often salute friends simply for being wonderful. But today we do that for Tommy. No one makes us smile as regularly as he does. His videos are absolutely brilliant. While our parents all put words in our mouths he lets us see words come out of our mouths.

And his artwork is breathtaking. Everyone looks forward to his weekly blogs where he takes our mundane pictures and turns them into works of art. You can see this week’s here. http://www.doggyspace.com/journal/88033 We have one that he did of Pocket and I over our TV. If parents put something over the TV that means they must love it because that’s where their eyes go. And Tommy and his Dad sent it to us, at great expense to them, for no reason outside of that they are perfect.

Also, after our friend Gina passed, Tommy and his Dad opened up his heart and home to Freddie Girl giving her a great new life.

Tommy is a great friend in every meaning of the word. He is understanding, kind, compassionate, empathic, funny, loyal, everyone’s best friend. So, after a good week with no one heading to the Bridge it is time to recognize one of the best of us.

Thank you Tommy for doing everything you do for everyone..

Foley and Pocket in the Land of Oz

Last Friday we were having a bad thunderstorm.  It occurred during one of my scheduled pee times so I had to go out in it, and sister, I got soaked.  I came in, Daddy dried me off, and we looked out the window.  The rain was coming down hard but then it started to move towards the south, like computer screens with a rain screen saver on a conveyor belt.

Then the rain picked up, and the wind really started to blow.  Then the power went out.  My stupid parents were more worried about not eating supper or having air conditioning while my ears and keen sense of barometric pressure tipped me off that something bad was about to happen.  Before it could I did what all brave dogs do.  I got in my leopard skin vagina kitty condo, battened down the hatches, and took a nap.

When I work up my condo was flying through the air.  Then it landed in this strange land with beautiful flowers and the greenest grass.  I climbed out of the condo and took a look around.  Suddenly, from out of nowhere chihuahuas began to appear.  They looked under my condo and saw New Balance sneakers.

“Oh my gosh,” one of the chihuahuas said, “you killed Prince Levi.”  The chihuahuas began dancing around singing “Ding Dong Prince Levis been wrecked just when he installed spell check.”

I did not mean to kill anyone, I just wanted to sleep through the storm.  Then a little Yorkie flew through the air and landed at my feet.  She told me she was the Princess and she would make me pay for what I had done to Levi.  She noticed he was still holding the ruby dog collar in his hand and went to grab it.

Just as suddenly Hattie Mae appeared in a bubble.  I asked her what she was doing traveling in a bubble and she said he just got her nails done and did not want to scratch them on the ground.  She was also a bit of a germaphobe  She was living in a bubble, boy.  She then waved her magic tail and the ruby collar flew off of Levi and went to me.  The Princess yelled that the collar belonged to her.  But Hattie told her that her magic did not work in Chihuahua land.  The angry Princess turned to me and told me that she would get me and my little dog too.

“What little dog?” I asked.  That’s when I saw Pocket stumble out of my kitty condo.  Oh man, a stowaway.  “Hey, you want her, take her,” I said while Pocket licked her paws.  But the Princess disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

“Pocket what are you doing here?” I asked.

“I was afraid and climbed in the condo when the storm picked up,” she said.

“Well this is great, now we are both stuck here.”  I looked at Hattie and asked her how we got home.

“You have to go to Oz and see the Wizard.  Just follow the brick road,” Hattie said.

“Just follow the brick road,” the chihuahuas said.

Then they all went “eeeeeewwwwww.”  I turned to see Pocket peeing on the road,

Hattie sighed, then perked  up and smiled.  “Follow the yellow brick road,” Hattie said.

“Follow the yellow brick road,” the chihuahuas said.

So Pocket and I followed the yellow brick road.

A little ways down we came to a dog overlooking a garden.  I went over and sniffed him.  “Hobo!” I yelled giving him a big hug.  “What are you doing here?” I asked him.

“I have been working overseeing my garden for so long I have turned into a scarecrow,” he said.  “And not only that I don’t have a brain because if I had a brain it would not have taken me this long to hook up with Lily.”

I told him I was sure he had a brain and, if he didn’t, he could go with us along the Yellow Brick Road to see the Wizard.  He said he would be happy to go with us and we continued down the road.

Then we came to a dog standing very still.  I sniffed him and realized it was Smartie.  Smartie said he was getting old and couldn’t move anymore.  He said he thought he would be young again if he got a new heart.  Hobo, Pocket and I convinced him to follow us to Oz.

As we were walking along minding our own business we got chased by a Chow.  I turned and I saw that it was our good friend Leo.  When he turned he ran and hid in the woods.  We coaxed him out and asked him why he was scared.  He said all the thunderstorms were bothering him and he had lost his courage.

I told him the wizard could give him courage and we all headed off to see the Wizard.   We reached the Emerald City of Oz and were allowed to see him.

When we arrived we were ushered into a room where we were met by the terrifying site of a giant Great Dane head.  He said he was the great and powerful Wizard and if we wanted to get back home we were going to have to bring him Princess’ bowl of eternal bacon treats.  He warned us that no one had been able to get close enough to Princess to steal the bowl of eternal bacon treats, and many of those he sent forth never returned.

“That’s OK,” Pocket said.  “Can you just let us stay here, maybe a warm blanket and some kibble?”

“No,” the Great Big Giant Head barked.  “You must either bring me the bowl of eternal bacon treats or you will be banished to the field of poppies and ticks.”

Hobo pulled out his eye phone and quickly calculated that, even if we sold the poppies, it would not pay for the tick medication, so we were stuck with hunting for the bowl of eternal bacon treats.  


We headed towards the Princess’ castle when we heard a terrible screeching.    Smartie looked up in the sky and said “now there’s something you don’t see everyday,” as an army of flying monkeys dressed as bellhops descended on us and plucked me and Pocket from the ground.  We were brought into the Princess’ castle where the Princess threatened to drown Pocket if I didn’t give her back the ruby collar.  I let them hold Pocket under water until she got clean because she was getting kind of rank, but then I agreed to remove the collar.

But the darn buckle was stuck and I couldn’t take it off.

“Damn enchanted buckle.” the Princess said.  “I think the only way to get the buckle off is to remove your head,” she said to me.  She did not listen to me about using a nice pair of Laser Scissors.  I yelled at Pocket to get help and she returned a quizzical expression.  I looked down, found a monkey ball, and threw it out the window.  Pocket followed.  I could only hope in searching for the ball she would find our companions and they would come save me.

Hobo, Smartie and Leo found Pocket running down the monkey ball.  Once they retrieved the ball from behind a silver tree she told them that I was in great danger.  Hobo saw the guards at the castle gate and he said they could disguise themselves as the guards and sneak into the castle.  Leo said he would distract the guards.

He ran up to them and stood on his back legs howling.  When he did Smartie ran up behind them and knocked out their legs.  Then the three of them with Pocket put on the guards’ uniforms and came to rescue me who had yet to be killed by the Princess for one of those vague reasons used by authors to keep the heroine alive and the story going.  They found me being prodded off a board that was leading to a tank of sharks:  With lasers!

Hobo charged at her and the Princess turned and sprayed him with a bottle of water.  Well we know how much dogs hate to be sprayed with water and my friends retreated.  But Pocket found a bowl on the ground and threw it konking Princess on the head and she fell backwards into the pool.  She quickly climbed out of it escaping the sharks.

But a laser blast got her and she dissolved into a puddle.  I swear I will never mock sharks with lasers again.  I looked at the bowl that Pocket threw and realized it was the eternal bowl of bacon treats.  The bell hop monkeys, now freed from slavery, picked us up and carried us back to the Wizard’s castle.

We brought the bowl of eternal bacon treats to the Wizard but we were stunned when he told us that we had not brought it to us in time and we would be rewarded nothing.  While we quibbled Pocket ran to a curtain and pulled it down to reveal Tommy Tunes pulling levers and turning knobs.

“Pay no attention to that dog behind the curtain!” the Big Giant Head said.

“Tommy,” I barked, “get over here, what are you doing?”

Tommy sighed and came over to us.  “I am sorry, Dad was trying to take a picture of me so I took off in a balloon and I ended up here.  But you don’t need help from me.  Hobo you showed how smart you were by figuring out you couldn’t make money living in the poppy field.  And Smartie you showed that you still have a young heart by taking out the legs of all those guards.  And Leo, you showed courage by standing up to the guards, so you didn’t need me to give you anything that you didn’t, didn’t already have.  And Foley, let’s go over to my balloon and I will take you and Pocket home.”

We went out the back door and Pocket and I got into the balloon with Tommy.  Just before we took off Tommy looked down and said “darn, Freddy Girl left a ball in here,” and threw it out of the balloon.  Pocket saw it and took off after it and being responsible for her I had to take off after her.  When I caught up to her Tommy was already high in the sky with diamonds and I snapped at Pocket that we would never get home.

Then Hattie came rolling up in her ball.

“Hattie did you come here to help us get home?” I asked.

“Well, that, and the fleets in.” Hattie said.  “But don’t fret Foley, you have always been able to get home, all you have to do is click your paws together and say there is no place like home, there is no place like home.”

“Really?” I asked.  “You couldn’t have told me that after my condo landed on Levi?”

“Well if characters went around doing that at the beginning you couldn’t get a decent story off the ground Foley!” Hattie said.

I didn’t have time to argue.  I held Pocket’s front paw and with our back paws we clicked them together and said “There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home.”

The next thing I knew I woke up with Pocket on Mommy’s lap.

And now I’m looking at my friends on the Internet and saying to Hobo, Leo, Smartie, and Tommy you were there, and you were there, and you were there too.  And they are telling me to lay off the Ambien.

But I will never forget, there is no place like home.