Wordless Wednesday

 

Beat This Caption

I'm melting, I'm melting

Monday Question

What is your reaction when you see another animal?

I bark my head off in the most embarrassing fashion, then dart behind one of my parents to hide.

The Ruby Rose Report: My Spot

 

For dogs, their place is near their humans. Our favorite spots are snuggling on a lap, under a warm blanket, next to a human, or under the covers.

           But sometimes we need a place of our own for some time.

           I finally have one.

           It happened after the Christmas tree was shoved in a bag like a hostage and brought into the little house in the back where the ornaments and garden supplies are kept to await an elf to pay a ransom of eight months sunshingarden growth. My parents have limited space to rearrange the furniture. They can only swap the loveseat, the lift chair, and a couple of end tables. When they did, they discovered it opened up a space in front of the TV.

           My predecessors did not occupy much space: They were happy in the kitty condo. They didn’t enjoy toys as much as I did. But I need more living places to spread out on a blanket or mat and chew my toys.

           This was the result.

           I have a warm blanket to live on while I chew from my bone collection, but it is accurate and plastic. I scored this Christmas when I got four little natural hollow marrow bones, which were packaged for a holiday sale and are now in an early January sale. They are my favorites right now, but I know I shall soon succumb to the siren song of the Nyla bone.

           I also have my soft toys nearby, Both squeaky and crinkly. I prefer the wavy, and that squeaking gives me a headache.

           At the end of the blanket is a small, thick mat that leads to the world-famous leopard skin vagina condo with a sauna, swimming pool, and library where I can relax. Also near my mat are my tornado treat game and, finally, my never-ending snuffle mat, which will always have one more kibble, no matter how much I search.

           I spend most of my time in contact with one of my humans, but a few times a day, I need my space, and I get down, lie on the rug, and chew my bones and crinkle toys until I am ready to go back with my humans. This library lasts as much as fifteen minutes before I need to be in touch with my human again.

           While I didn’t spend much time there today, I am happy to know I have my own spot. It makes me feel important to have my own place.

           Even if I never use it.

          

          

Foley's Tales from Rainbow Bridge: Cinnamon

Dogs are people's constants. We are home more than 99 percent of the time. Parents take comfort in knowing that we are there when they get up in the morning, happy to see them. We are there when they are sick when they celebrate, and when they spend a day doing nothing (we are excellent company when you're doing nothing.) In a world where you can't count on anything, we can be counted on for everything.

         Then, some dogs are constants for all dogs.

         Cinnamon was one of those dogs.

         Since 2005, we could count on Cinnamon popping up in blogs and comments, always with something sweet.

         She was my only friend from Australia; he loved telling us about his native land. I wish I had visited him, especially when our winter was summer.

         She lived in the lower part of the world for 17 years and lived in the opposite time, too. Her day was our night, so there was only a tiny window of time to interact with her, and we took every chance we got.

         When something is there for 17 years, you start to take it for granted. Cinnamon survived illnesses and a vicious dog attack and came through shining. I was sure she would never join me at the Bridge.

         That is why, even at the grand age of 17, I was shocked when I read on my iPad that Cinnamon would soon arrive at the Bridge. As the years built up, his parents, one on the other, wondered if Cinnamon would keep on going against all odds.

         The odds may forget about us, but never for long, and, after 17 years and much too soon, Cinnamon, with the help of us parents, shrugged off her mortal coil for a new, shiny, moral one.

         Cinnamon had made so many friends in her time, many of whom were born and transitioned to the Bridge during his lifetime, that Hobo's Landing, where I swore in new angels, was packed.

         Cinnamon was sad leaving his parents, but she had given everything she had to the mortal side, and while she didn't like it, she accepted it was her time to be an angel and held her head up high as she crossed the Bridge, knowing she had lived life to the fullest.

         A hearty cheer exploded around me as Cinnamon approached. She took time greeting everyone with a smile and a lick because she knew the secret: kindness is always exemplary, and if we all lifted one another, no one would ever be down.

         We know she left a massive hole in her parent's heart. There is no pain like losing a beloved constant, especially after 17 years. But they will have a mighty angel and friends on their side because no one gets through it without them.

         There is a new bright star on the southern side, and it is called Cinnamon. 

 

         

Poetry Thursday

 

Once again, Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetaton have provided us with a photo for Poetry Thursday,

Lenny has saved all year for a vacation

Working every day cleaning the radio station

He had heard that Tahiti was the new sensation

And a week there would lift him up and be a salvation

 

He bored his coworkers with stories of Tahiti

And bluntly asked if a girl would come with “you’ll love it, sweetie.”

But he was shut down, and management entered into a treaty

Stop asking the girls or someone would beat he.

 

In August he left on his trip

It was his first time on a ship

He’d sit by the pool and to each girl he made a rude quip.

A slap in the face left him with a bloody lip.

 

A week later Lenny returned via plane

His head wrapped, a neck brace on, obviously in pain

His return to work was met with destain

But there were some who wanted him to explain.

 

“Did you leap off a cliff and land on a rock?”

“Did you get hit by a car when not using a crosswalk?”

“Did you get mugged, hit with quarters rolled into a sock?”

He informed them no, he never made his destination, having been assaulted after requesting a long-haired beauty stroke his cock.

 

The object of his affection was a cop from Spokane

Who had served in the mountains of Afghanistan

It dawned on Lenny that what he thought was a woman was a man

When the offended cop pile drove him into a Naugahyde divan.

 

Lenny, who missed his vacation and lost money, was asked if he had learned his lesson.

But he shocked them when he said it was a blessing.

Because the onboard nurse who helped him with his convulsing

They had fallen in love with him when changing his dressing

 

And that is how Lenny found love.

Finally, a woman who thought of him as something that didn’t need to be gotten rid of

She had killed her husband in the Spanish city called Ove.

She needed to change her ID and hide in America until the killing was no longer thought of.

 

Lenny did not care about her past

He knew he could make this love last

His plans to live the rest of  his life with her, he did broadcast

And she prayed that her time with this loser would go fast

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