This is a question for your parents
If you are sitting with your pet on your lap, and you have to pee, do g you move the animal, or hold it in, not wanting to disturb the pet, and hoping they will move soon?
With each passing day, we are getting further away from the cyber place where so many of us met and made lifelong friends.
I think of that place each day, as I walk the streets of Rainbow Bridge, seeing the many friends I made there when we were young, invincible, and the days lay before us, seemingly an endless amount.
There are only a pawful of original DS members still on the mortal side.
This week that number decreased by one, because Molly from Fall River crossed the Bridge.
When I first met her she was a newly minted rescue, who, like all of us, was bound to change the world one human at a time.
Most of us were content to share stories about our days and spin mighty yarns about our adventures. We got some humans who weren’t comfortable being themselves on social media, coming out of their shells, walking behind their dogs, who were in the spotlight.
Our parents were happier with us being the ones getting attention, and when they saw how much their pups were loved, they began doing something that they had said wasn’t for them: Recounting their day on social media.
But Molly, a rescue, knew her siblings, Sully and Nora, could fill that void. Molly was to change her mom in a more personal way.
Molly came into Momma Lisa’s life as the dog not chosen. There were two dogs available when she looked at the dogs and someone was coming in to take one. Momma Lisa said she would take the remaining one, on such decisions worlds can change.
Molly was left behind, and Momma Lisa welcomed Molly into her pack.
Molly repaid her by being the sweetest, happiest dog in the world, and inspired Momma Lisa to become involved in the rescuing world. She began volunteering at a rescue, doing home visits, and transports. Molly led her to volunteer, where she helped countless dogs, and gave her a feeling of contentment nothing else did. Momma Lisa has made lifelong friends in rescues and helped bring another Molly, another happy dog, to a family in need of joy.
Now Molly has graduated to the Bridge, leaving her family and friends, because the Powers That Be need a dog angel to work with dogs without hope, to help them find it, which will lead them to their forever home.
Momma Lisa has lost many dogs, and the pain is never the same, but the passing of Molly, who brought so much into her life was particularly hard.
But, Molly wants her mom to know whenevver there is a dog surviving on the streets, or when a rescue is brought into a home, or a rescue is being transported by Momma Lisa to a new family, to look in the dog’s eyes and she’ll see Molly.
As with every passing the mortal said is lessened , and the immortal side is enriched, but it was especially true in this instant.
There is a new reason for rescue to hope..
And she is called Angel Molly
It is time for another garden inspection which dovetails nicely with my good Arty and Rosie’s nature Friday.
The Clemenzas are blooming around the light post in Blake’s garden. Mommy says they are clematis, but I like the name Clemenza better.
Blake’s garden is yet to bloom but the flowers look like they are about to burst open.
In River’s garden, the Wild Woodland sage is setting up a summer of purple reign.
The Great laurel azaleas are showing off in Foley’s garden. They are also known as Lady Eleanor Cathcart. Daddy’s mommy, the original owner of the Saint Anthony statue was also a lady named Elanor. Coincidence? Clemenza says there is no such thing as coincidences.
Foley ordered her garden to be surrounded by pavers. She says it makes it look like a magical English garden. Whatever. At least she won’t be hounding our dreams now.
Also, she wanted her garden solar angel to be higher than Saint Anthony, which was accomplished by an orange driveway snowplow marker and tape. When Saint Anthony heard about him not being lower, he said “what a bitch.” Foley took it as a compliment.
Mommy just planted new guinea impatiens. Last year they lasted until the middle of October, longer than the Yankees (side Yankee burn.)
The hundred-year-old Ruby Rose bush has a lot of promising buds. I make sure it is pruned, and healthy. The responsibility of a 100-year-old bush is daunting for a little dog. Just ask Eva Marie Saint.
Finally this morning Daddy bought this hanging plant at the supermarket. Then he bought a slab of bacon at the nursery.
He often gets confused.
So that’s where we are in the first week of June.
I will be back with a further update.
Your intrepid garden correspondent,
Ruby Rose
Max and Felix met Larry at the club
A born braggart he liked spinning tales at the pub
He showed off a new watch which he won playing cards
Playing on the wings of a plane like other diehards
Felix and Max were not to be outdone
They thought they were the world's greatest daredevils bar none
They knew a stunt needed to be performed
And the brothers had a brainstorm
What is better than playing cards on the wing?
Playing a game of pong and ping
They would play table tennis midflight
And those watching below would be filled with delight
Finding a pilot would not be easy
Flying with men on the wing made them queasy
But they found Wild Bill a World War flying ace
Who in later years only flew with a shit face
They knew they needed to be bolted to the wing via their boots
While weaning a jumpsuit
They would perform a volley
And people on the ground would say good golly, Miss Molly
Wild Bill started the engine and took off
And the way the net blew Max realized they should have played golf
When the plane stopped its climb
Felix served the ball, and the stunt was sublime.
This was before people understood relativity
Because the ball did not got straight but to the cock pit causing activity
Wild BIll had a battle flashback
And began to take defensive manuevers thinking he was getting flack.
Max and Felix fell and gripped the wings
And for ten minutes they did cling
Until Wild Bill hit a barn
But that’s not the end of this yarn
Max and Felix survived the crash
With broken bones and a terrible whiplash
When Larry visited and was told they did it because of him he frowned.Then said, “you dumb bastards when playing cards we never left the ground.”
I cannot live one more day with that stupid, farty, ignortant dog.
He stepped in my water dish, he ate my food, and he peed in my bed and I only found out when I woke up in the wet spot.
You need to fix this. You brought it into this house you make it leave.
Now, if you will excuse, I am going to my tree to lick my leg and hack up a hairball.
How much outside time do you get in the summer?
Since I am a civilized dog who does her business inside on a pad I am out, at most for a half hour walk 'n' roll, and then some days about an hour sitting with my parents looking at the gardens.
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