Wordless Wednesday

Beat This Caption

Gladys!  Help!  I got soap in my eyes!  I'm blind!  I'm blind

Sue Sylvestro is our Mom of the Week

I don’t know if I am the right pup to be writing this because I did not have the honor, nor did my Mom, of knowing the wonderful human who recently arrived here.  We had the same friends, we belonged to the same groups, and we even talked occasionally, but, like that one person in the neighborhood that everyone knows but you have never really met neither my Mom nor I knew Sue Sylvestro well when she was on the mortal side, and we are both probably worse off for that.

Even sadder for me is that I did not know her pups well.  I barked at Diamond and Crystal but not as much as I should have, and I knew Spencer from his lineage as part of the Magnificent Seven Boston Terriers.   There was goodness, and purity on the mortal side of the Bridge and neither Mom nor I were able to bask in that goodness and now that opportunity is gone.

Sue, like my Mom, had terrible back problems.  Her doctor convinced her that her best chance at feeling better was to have back surgery.  Unfortunately it did not help her with her walking and led to several staph infections and the to a lung infection that ended up being the reason she passed over Rainbow Bridge and to the Immortal side of life.

The day Sue passed I saw one of the human angels who swears in new arrivals come to our Bridge landing.  Only the people who love dogs with all their heart come to our landing.  Then I saw many of my friends gathered waiting for her.  I asked who was coming and McKinsie told me it was Sue Sylvestro.  At the top of the landing a man waited for her.

It was her husband Carmen who had left the mortal side of the Bridge after a severe accident a few years ago.  They hugged for a very long time.  I could feel the tears getting stuck in my facial hair.  And then came her angels.  So many of them, running towards her, jumping in her arms, licking her face, tails wagging, wings flapping.  Mom and Dad were together again and we could all feel the joy.

Then they were shown their new home. It was immense.  But it needed to be because Sue and Nick are planning to take in many dogs who have never known love on the mortal side of life.  I am sure that the next time I venture by their house that every spot on the floor or on the furniture will be occupied by dogs.

Now that Sue has joined us the immortal side of the Bridge it has become a much better place.  We are very sorry for you on the mortal side, you did lose a great one, and your days will be a little darker until that day, many decades from now, when we are all together again

Tails From Rainbow Bridge: Josie and the Power of Prayer

Have you said your prayers today?  If not take a moment and say them now.  I will wait.  I do have an eternity.

I hope you have said them.  They are very important.  There are times when they don’t seem to do much good.  Sometimes things are written.  If that is true then prayers can’t change the outcome.  But often the story is unfinished.  When that is the case prayers can very much change the result.

There are an infinite amount of angels here waiting for your prayers.  When we get your prayers we fly them up to the mountain to The Big Guy who makes every decision and holds absolute power:  Like Donald Trump if Donald Trump was nothing like Donald Trump.

This week we got inundated with prayers for our friend Josie.  She became very ill and was rushed to the doctor.  She had a high temperature, an elevated white count, and had not eaten, drank or gone potty for more than 40 hours.  The vet could not find the cause of her infection.  Josie was put on antibiotics and the only other treatment was prayer.

When prayers come here they do so in big clouds that rain down on us covering some of us, even the big dogs, completely.  We gather all the prayers in our wings and fly them up the mountain.   Sometimes a single prayer can do the trick, sometimes it takes a lot of prayers, with Josie there were thousands.

Angel after angel flew the prayers up to the top of the Mountain leaving them outside the entrance to the Big Guys’ office.  No one is supposed to enter although I have broken that rule more than once.  But I wouldn’t this time.  There was nothing more important to me than Josie getting better.

The next morning Josie’s mysterious fever was done and she had begun to eat and drink.  Her white count was still high and she needed more prayers.  People and pups, knowing Josie was getting better, showered us with ever more prayers that we gladly flew up the mountain.

By the next day we were exhausted but it was worth it.  Josie’s white count had gone down and her appetite returned.  She was sent home with some antibiotics and has been acting more like her old self thanks to all the prayers sent to us.

We laid down by the river to relax but we didn’t get too comfortable.  We knew soon there would be another dog who needed prayers, more clouds full of them would rain prayers down on us, and we would fly them up the mountain.  Hopefully with the same result.

River Song Great Escape II

The last time I updated you on my many adventures it was to inform you how I became the greatest escape artist in all of dogdom.  I had mysteriously escaped from crate and my parents had taken further measures to ensure liberation would be impossible.

I had a small amount of crate time the following Thursday.  I sensed it would be brief and not worth my extraordinary abilities.  But on Saturday I was crated again.  I knew Saturday cratings are lengthy so this would be my chance to see if I could escape from the newly multiple bungee corded crate with a weighted seat on top.

The bungee cord on the long side of the crate was higher than the clasp.  With my right paw I moved the clasp.  Then it was a matter of pressure and time.  I used my hard head and leg strength to push on the door.  It opened enough for me to get my head out and the rest of me followed.  Easy peasy.

When my parents got home I was  in the window barking at them.  Maybe there was too much pride in my bark because, after finding the side entrance I had used in my escape they decided drastic measure were needed.

Pocket’s crate was situated in a corner with a wall on two sides and a bureau next to it.  The only possible exits were upwards or forward.  But Pocket is not the escape artist I am and my parents realized that my crate should be placed in this spot taking away three of my exit points.  With the immovable weight on top of the crate my only possible escape point is forward.

Leaving nothing to chance my parents put Pocket’s crate right in front of mine which meant to escape I would have to move a crate full of Pocket far enough to get the door open.  My parents went out Wednesday.  I didn’t make an escape attempt.  I reconnoitered my situation.  

On Saturday we were crated again and I quickly got to work.  I did not escape and cannot reveal my techniques until I do escape but when my parents returned home I had moved Pocket’s crate, which had been flush against mine, six inches away from me.  When I make my escape I will let you know how I conveyed Pocket’s crate across the room with leaving mine..

But I will give you a hint:  Pressure and time.

Wordless Wednesday

Beat This Caption

Please, please, please can we watch something besides Teen Titans Go!