Poetry Thursday

 

Our wonderful cat friends  and muses Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetaton have sent us this picture to inspire a poem. Here is our meger offering

I built a house that looked like a shoe

It was creative, odd, and brand new

I found a spot of land where the shoe would fit

And am very happy to admit

That it was positioned perfectly

And could say with much certainly

That I had the best house in the land

But then I began to understand

The folly in my plan

Because in the house I smelled something and ran

Outside where my house did sit

Right in a pile of stinking shit

So on its side I tipped the shoe

And with a stick of bamboo

I began to scrape off the shit

Using elbow grease and spit

Wordless Wednesday

 

Beat This Caption

 

There was too much light, so I began to use the little strings to the blinds, then one side went up, then the other went down, and I tried to make them even, and this was pretty much the result…

The Ruby Rose Report September 5, 2022

 

This week I was allowed to do something with my parents that not even the esteemed Foley Monster was allowed to do: Accompany my parents when they ran their Saturday errands.

There were two reasons I was so honored. The first is that I am perfect in the crate; my Florida mom did a great job crate training me. The little plastic box is my haven where nothing can get me.

The second is that there was a bit of unrest in our peaceful neighborhood the night before. My worried parents, citing an overabundance of caution, which rarely works in our favor, decided they didn't want to leave me alone if the unrest was rekindled.

My predecessors all had different ways of dealing with being alone. River had terrible separation anxiety and a Houdini-like ability to escape confinement even in a locked crate. Given her freedom, she went from window to window looking for her parents equal times howling and panting. She also leaped from one piece of furniture to another, scattering what was on them. If the bathroom door were left open, she would jump on the toilet to the vanity where, because of her fear of heights, she stayed until rescued by her returning parents,

Pocket was a crate dog but was no less anxious confined than free,  it was not odd to find wee-wee and boom boom in her crate, causing her to be bathed and her crate to be power washed. Foley called such behavior unprofessional; atill in the crate was better than out for Pocket. Who knows what havoc she would cause, unconfined? River was a born Yorkie hunter, always fighting the instinct to kill her sister. If Pocket was uncrated, she was open to attack by separation anxiety stricken River.

Foley wasn't a bad traveler, but she was just as happy curling up on a blanket in the bedroom and enjoying me time. Blake, my parent's dog BDS (before Doggyspace), was another excellent crate dog, so she was allowed to go with them too. I learned when in doubt, look to the Shih Tzu.

I was put in my rickety crate, so called because I removed and chewed on the brackets and brought them to the car. I was placed in the backseat with the front of the cage in between the seats. I was very excited to learn the decade-old mystery of what my parents did when they were away.

Within a half hour, I realized they were just as dull inside the house as out. They would go to a store; one would get out, the other would stay with me, and then at the next place, they would reverse it. They said how thrilled they were that I was so good in my crate, but truthfully they were so dreadfully dull I fell asleep.

The only exciting pad was when they bought smelly food, which they shared with me when we finally got home.

If only my predecessors knew how boring these trips were, they wouldn't have gotten so worked up.

It is good my parents are dreadfully dull because I am Mucho dynamic, and we balance one another out together.

A Meaningful Conversation Between Charlotte and River

 

When Charlotte’s soul left her body and entered the River of Life after only five mortal years she felt like she failed her mom. None of us transition without regrets but Charlotte’s baggage threatened to keep her from crawling out of the River and become immortal.

“I didn’t want to go,” Charlotte, still bobbing in the water said to me. “I failed my mom. I need to go back and make things right.”  

I told her that her mom had the same sense of failure.

“On no.” Charlotte said. “She didn’t fail, she saved me.”

“And you saved her, countless times,” I said. “On the mortal side it is easy to recognize when you are saved but hard to see when you are the one doing the saving. Everything is cleaner here. If you climb on to the bank I will show you.“

“It’s a trick,” Charlotte said accusingly. “If I get out of the water I will never get back.”

I had to give Charlotte the blunt truth: There was no going back. If she didn’t cross over she would be left on the mortal side wandering as a ghost with no ability to help her mom. And, when the day came her mom passed they would not be reunited. It was a painful choice but not as painful as the one her mom made to send her here. Charlotte nodded then climbed out of the water.

She looked at the beautiful inviting Bridge then across the water to the immortal side. “I do see more clearly here,” she said.

“Seeing on the mortal side is like watching TV with an antenna as opposed to the Bridge which is high definition,” I explained.  “You have less distractions here, you notice more things.”

Charlotte looked at the Bridge. It was made of stone with ivy growing on the side and bright flowers covering the rails.  It was wide, but not long.  There was an arch, perhaps for ghost ships that quietly slipped undernearth. Water lapped on the base, propelled by an unseen tide. Below it fish darted just below the surface. 

“It looks peaceful,”Charlotte said. “My

Mommy wanted me to restin peace. It looks right I am in the right spot for rest.”

“Yes, you can rest, but also play, have adventures, and do whatever your imagination can propose, but first you need to join Hannah and me in fighting the evil

Angels who have cast a dark shadow on your mom.”

For the first time since her arrival Charlotte’s eats perked and her tail rose. She asked if I thought we could and I told her angels always win, it just takes time.

Of which we have an over abundance.

Charlotte smiled, took my paw, and together we crossed the Bridge into the land of endless possibilities.  

 

Charlotte Arrives at Rainbow Bridge

 

 

Sometimes, all the angels in creation, who are warriors for good, cannot defeat evil because it strikes when least suspected and takes away those needed the most.

When Momma Kim's beloved Hannah went to the Bridge, we thought it was the worst thing that could happen to her. When Hannah found adorable Charlotte to be her successor, we felt that Momma Kim's problems were over. This assumption allowed evil to set its sights on destroying Momma Kim's life.

Momma Kim ran an online business selling expensive items at low prices and paid for the shipping too. Her generosity put her in evil's sights, and it took her money and put her and Charlotte out of their home.

No matter how bad her life was, like most dog moms, she was happy as long as she was with her sweet girl.

Then evil came for what she loved the most.

Just five years old, Charlotte was hit with lymphoma, as evil struck a devastating blow. Worse, there was nothing that could be done for her.

All the angels, Momma Kim, and friends were devastated by the diagnosis, none more so than Hannah, who had paw-selected Charlotte because she did not think her mortal sister was in evil's sights. She called an angel meeting, and we all gathered to see what could be done, but there was nothing, and all we could do, as angels of good, was to redouble our efforts to fight evil and stop the next victim from being taken.

Charlotte fought with all her will to stay with her mom as long as possible. Still, Momma Kim knew she was suffering and could tell when Charlotte was ready to go to the Bridge, so Momma Kim let her go, taking on all of Charlotte's pain, along with the massive amount she was already carrying.

It is different for dogs who pass over as a result of evil. Most of them were never loved, which is tragic, but so is one who has been loved, especially by a person who angels have targeted for years.

We knew the transition would be extended. All Charlotte wanted was to be with her mom if anyone understood that it was Baliff River who spent more than an hour speaking with the little white angel before she agreed to cross the Bridge.

Given the circumstances of Charlotte's arrival, it was a subdued welcome. Her welcoming dinner was postponed because we knew she was in no mind to celebrate.

Charlotte joined Hannah, and without a word, they ran off to combat the evil and depression entrenched in their mom's life.

Hannah and her mom's other dogs had been losing the battle, but Hannah had seen the evil in action and knew its weaknesses.

We all stand with them as a mother to one of us is a mother to all.

We won't rest until the forces of evil leave her,

Then we will celebrate.

But we know it will be one victory in a long war.

Poetry Thursday

 It is Thursday, and it is time for Poetry Thursday.

 

Our home office in Duluth Minnesota, administered by Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetaton, have sent us this picture. Once again they have proved to be the perfect muses.

Here is the picture, and below it our humbling offering 

"Jeffrey, Jeffrey, you wouldn't believe what Maddie said

She said my gown wasn't fit for the dead

And then there is my Auntie Sue

You know she never approved of you

And then my Uncle Benny

I  saw him sneaking into the bathroom with his niece Penny

Uncle Vernon is drunk as a skunk

And he asks me why I'm marrying such a punk

My maid of honor aren't listening to me

You know how many helped me when I had to pee

Three!

Not my fault I went on Bree's knee.

And the cake was all wrong

And I saw your brother hitting the bong

He got the whole wedding party high, just wrong

And your mother called me a syph'litic parasitic

What? Everyone is a critic?

I am sure the priest wants to have sex with me

When I bent over he was eyeing my panty

And what was up with Gus' best man speech?

What did he mean you married a leech?

And I will never talk to you sister again

She told me I had ball hair on my chin

Jeffrey are your paying attention to me?

Best case scenario: We're together half a century

And your rich uncle Lou?

You know made the fortune in World War II

After we met he said he's not giving a dime to you 

Jeffrey are you listening?

You're in for quite a reckoning

My Mom is moving in with us for a year or three

And Jeffrey, she is just like me"