Monday Question

What technique to get your parent's affection works best?

Pocket:  I paw at my parent's hand until the pay attention to me.

River: I lick my parent's hand until it goes numb or they pay attention to me

Cammy is our April 29, 2018 Pup of the Week

On Thursday Cammy Korunka appeared at Rainbow Bridge.

I had not anticipated her arrival.  We had received a lot of prayers for her because she had to go to the vet, and we delivered them to the Big Guy, but we did not think there was a reason to be concerned.

Then I got summoned to the Bridge and saw Cammy running up the stairs.  When she reached the reception area, she gave me a hug and a big lick. “Angel Foley, it is a pleasure to meet you,” she exclaimed.  She then took my tiny paw between her two large ones and shook it.

“Cammy,” I said cautiously, “do you know where you are?”

She laughed.  “Of course Angel Foley.  I am at the Rainbow Bridge in my younger body no longer feeling any pain.  I can’t wait to go running through those hills,” she said nodding to the rolling green mounds in the distance.  “Now what do we have to do? Is there some paw work I need to fill out?”

I told Cammy there was only the super secret angel oath, then administered it to her.  “Where do I get my wings?” she asked looking around excitedly.

Sometimes new angels don’t know what being on the immortal side means.  I asked her if she understood crossing to the Bridge meant she had to be separated from everyone she loved on the mortal side.  “Oh,” Cammy said, her grin disappearing. “You mean my mom.”

I told her I did and asked if she realized it would be a long time until they played and snuggled again.

“Of course Foley,” Cammy said.  “Before I crossed over Mommy and I had a long talk. 

 She told me she loved me the most and I told her the same.  Then we cried lots of tears.” Just as she said that a tear cloud passed over the river.  “Here come our tears now,” Cammy said. When they began to fall, Cammy gathered them up. “These are a mixture of my mom and me, just like our hearts beat as one, our tears fell as one, and I will keep them together on my cloud to remind me every day of the love we have shared and will share.”

I gave Cammy a golden chalice, and she poured the tears into it.  “Before I crossed over my mom and I promised one another that we would be strong, and we would embrace the world each day apart as we did together.  We owe it to each other to keep on going even though the loneliness is going to be crippling. All I have to do is dip my paw in the chalice, and the loneliness will be gone, and I will feel all the love again.”

I told Cammy I thought that was a brilliant arrangement and kissed her.  “I hope my mom has something to touch and think of me too,” she said softly, Then she remembered her agreement with her mom.  “I am going to go off running and barking for a while,” she said. I ordered her a pair of wings so she could fly and I soon saw her flapping through the air and smiling broadly.

We are going to try very hard to help Cammy keep up her end of the bargain she made with her mom, and we hope the humans can help her mom too.


Love is the only cure for loneliness.

Foley Tests the New 2018 Fllying Month Models

All winter my minions have been working on new flying creature bodies for us to use when we wish to visit the mortal world.  With the temperatures finally warming I wandered down to the factory to check on this year’s models

“Oh, we have some beauties,” the smarmy salesman told me.  “We have cut down on wind shear, added torque, put in stabilizers, and increased ring flapability.  I think this little beauty is going to take you to the mortal world and back in nothing but comfort.”
I had heard the same story every year, and I always ended up with an old rickety body to try and visit my parents.  At this time of year, only the white moths are available. It would take weeks before the beautiful butterflies were ready.  I decided, while my mom was working in the yard, to take a chance and test drive the moth.

“Beautiful,” the salesman said when he learned I wanted to test a unit.  “Here is one of our top vehicles,” he said pointing to a moth. “It handles like a dream and will get you there in comfort.”  I climbed into the body. It was a little roomier than last year’s model, and they had installed a cup holder which was nice. I started it up and took to the air.

I set the coordinates to my parent’s house.  I came out of the sun and headed right for them.  The unit was holding together nicely. I aimed to land on my mom’s shoulder and brush her ear to say hello

Then a gust of wind hit me.  Stabilizers my tail! I got blown away by my Mommy and headed to the shed.  I went to put my feet on the wall and realized the stupid minions had not added suction to my paws.  If I landed on the ground, I wouldn’t have the wing strength to get in the air. I caught a wind gust and tried to use my wings to fly but kept sinking.  I knew one minion who was going to get a lecture on flapability. Luckily air got under me, and I was lifted on to my sisters’ stroller.

“Hi Foley,” Pocket said.

“Still having trouble with the moth model?” River asked.

I had no time for their impertinence.  I turned hoping my Mommy would see me but she was concentrating on her garden.  Another burst of wind caught me and lifted me off the stroller. “Bye Foley,” my sisters said.

I was back in the air.  I looked at my instrument panels and saw the battery power was low.  With all my energy I worked my wings until I got into the jet stream and let it blow me back into the sun.  I glided back to the minion plant.

“Did everything go as expected?” the smarmy salesman asked.
I gave him a long list of improvements needed before I could trust the vehicles to be ready to for my friends to use.  The minions were complaining as I left. I ignored them. Nothing but the best for us angels.


I will soon take another test drive, but I doubted the improvements would be made.  The minions know we would use any rickety thing to visit our parents

Pocket Enjoys the Year's First Warm Day

Today we finally got a warm garden day.  It was glorious. River Song and I were placed in our executive overseer’s buggy.  It was the pushed into the sunniest spot in the yard. It has been so long since we have felt the sun on our hair.  We could feel every strand warm from the tip down to our skin.

The grass had finally turned from a dull yellow to a thick green.  It still is not growing much. Daddy mowed the lawn, but when he pulled the catcher off the back, there were only a small amount of clippings, like a disappointing haul on Deadliest Catch.

Mommy had cleaned out a pair of gardens the previous two weeks, but the weather had been cold and cloudy.  There was little motivation for hard garden work. But today, with the newly cut grass wafting the scent of spring through the air, and the sky a lovely shade of blue, cleaning the gardens was much more rewarding.

River and I lay next to one another in our stroller.  We happily watched over the beautiful crocuses and daffodils, and we sang “rise up” to the other bulbs which have been hiding under the cold, dark ground waiting for the temperatures to warm.  Hopefully, by next week, we will see their smiling faces too.

Winter is a slob.  It leaves it’s rubbish everywhere, but mostly in gardens.  Winter is cold and hard. It hates beauty; it is intent on covering everything colorful with a sheet of plain white.  When that melts, the mayhem beneath is revealed. We instructed Mommy to remove sticks from our crushed hostas bushes and said a prayer that they would bloom.  To encourage them the forsythia bush is flourishing. Its beautiful yellow petals shone in the sun

Daddy fixed the edging around the garden that had been heaved up and twisted sideways.  We suggested he alternate between the red and white edging. We think it came out lovely.  Then the solar lights were put around the driveway and the gardens. 

Even though the sun has not been able to sparkle on our flower-filled gardens yet the solar lights will light up the darkness like dozens of stars

Near the end of our workday, a miracle happened.  For just a few precious seconds a white moth dipped down near our stroller.  It was Foley, in a borrowed body, coming to say hello for the first time this spring and to check on our work.  She gave us an approving tip of her wing and disappeared into the sun.


We are wishing you all many more sunny, warm days after the long winter and may your flowers grow beautifully and your vegetables are scrumptious.  

Wordless Wednesday

Beat This Caption

I farted in the Bachelorette's face and I still got a rose.  I can't change.  I am a chick magnet.  

Monday Question

Where is your favorite spot to lie in the house?

Pocket:  Our favorite spot is in bed but the next best spot is next to Daddy on his recliner with my butt against him and my head lying on the chair' soft arm.




River:  Mommy's lap.