Sunday, June 30, 2024

Foley Monster's Tails From Rainbow Bridge: Jessie crosses

 



Dear reader, if you have perused my prose before, you will know what happens when a soul transitions to the Bridge to become immortal: At the moment the life cycle of their mortal body has expired, their soul flies to the nearest body of water, and it goes from waterway to waterway until it reaches the River of Life that runs under Rainbow Bridge. The soul is reborn when it climbs from the water, and after crossing the Bridge, it becomes an immortal angel.

Some dogs don’t want to cross over, grieving all they have lost, But, eventually, they all climb out of the river.

Jessie will always be a Jersey Shore girl. She spent many summer days swimming in the water there I think it was when she was the happiest. Hier mortal life. Others wander away to walk between two worlds as a troubled spirit.

Not that Jessie had many unhappy days,  especially after leaving the shelter and joining her mom’s Sandy, and dad’s Hobie’s pack. That is when she met Willie, who, for the time they were together taught her some important lessons: Love your pack, play hard, swim fast, and die hard. 

Willie showed Jessie how a proper dog does the latter, but fighting off cancer, and many other illnesses, and even losing a leg. But, each morning, when the Bridge angels arrived, Willie gave them the same answer: “Not today.”

You can only say that so many times and Willie said it more than any other dog I know, but the Bridge always wins. Willie was suffering in his quest to stay, so his parents helped him,

When the Bridge Angels came for Jessie, she gave the same answer:  “Not today.”

The Bridge Angels gave her a lot of reasons to accept their offer. She and a tumor on her spleen or her liver, which caused her discomfort until it burst, and her insides turned to fire. “Not today,” she said.

Her body was filled with so much fluid she could not breathe, but she could still say “not today.” She would still be saying it but her parents could not watch her suffer, so they said: “Today.”

There were hundreds of us, some of Jessie’s family members, some of her real-life friends, and some of her online ones, waiting for Jessie. Willie spotted her doing the backstroke and told her to get out, she needed to be sworn in.

But Jessie had never been able to resist the water, and she stayed happily swimming. Soon, I felt Willie brush by me. He jumped in the water and he began to splash around with her sister. Soon, the gathered angels joined them.

Another swearing-in ceremony has gone off the rails.

So, I did the only thing I could. I joined them in the water, where we played all night to dawn’s break. It was colder, and we were tired, so Jessie relented, and let me swear her in, both of us dripping on the grass. Then she followed Willie to her new home,

I feel sorry for the mortal slide, which has been lessened because Jessie joined us.

But for her friends here it has been a blessing. It is like eternity just became short.

Or at least more

Friday, June 28, 2024

The Ruby Rose Report: Nature Friday continued

They have lilies, they have hydrangeas

And a hundred-year-old rose bush

So now we have to get ourselves 

Back to the gardens


We will do Blake’s Garden, and River’s Garden today, since there is so much to show, and to do so in one week would be work, something I avoid.


Here are the dazzling Western Blue Virginsbower Clematis by the light pole

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The Japanese spiraea in Blake’s garden has just started to bloom.

Pictures of Lily that make my life so wonderful

Pictures of Lily that let me sleep at night

Pictures of Lily that solved my childhood problem

Pictures of Lily, they make me feel alright

The hydrangea is just starting to bloom.

I will be back next week with Foley’s Garden, Pocket’s Garden, and my garden 

Thursday, June 27, 2024

Poetry Thursday


It is time for another installment of Poetry corner with out hosts Angel Sammy and Teddy.

They provided for photo below to inspire our poerty



Help me, help me, help me, find my Mommy

Oh please help me, I am so lonely

All I can see is pants, and ill fitting shoes

I am lost bad, all alone, and I have the blues


We came downtown to do some shopping, 

And ice cream parlor hoping

I held on to Mommy’s hand until she let go

She saw a dress sale in the department store window

Now I am all alone left alone in quite a pickle

Wandering past strangers, their legs looking like denim bags of nickels

Hope dwindling down to a slow trickle


Oh Lordie Lordie where did my mom go?

Don’t you want me?

Don’t you want me no more?


Lordie, Lordie, where did my mom go?

You promised to be with me forever more

I’m looking at hundreds and hundfeds and  hundreds of ugly shoes

Looking for the ones that belong to you. 


Hey Lady, do you want to be my Mommy?

She lost me, the big dummy

I hope you can buy me something for me tummy

And I need to pee


Mommy, Mommy is that you?

Don’t be cross with me - who left who?

You know I see those new Jimmy Choos

For distress it is you I should sue

But I know you don’t have a dollar, never mind two

If Daddy could know what I knew

You’d be out and my new mom will make her debut










 

Tuesday, June 25, 2024

Beat This Caption

While the capybara and Fred lived happily together the raccoon didn't know why he was always the bottom

Monday, June 24, 2024

Monday Question

Has your parents made and changes to your life or schedule since the heat dome has arrived?


 I am a mostly indoor dog finding the habit of passing bodily functions in public revolting, but I do go on walks, just not when it is 90 or above I only take a quick stroll around the outside of the house, not on the pavement, and If I am going to be in my stroller, or the car, I have a cooling mat to sit on..

Sunday, June 23, 2024

Foley's Tail From Rainbow Bridge: How An Angel Handle Annoying Prayers

 

I am an angel judge so I am required to answer all prayers, even the most annoying ones.

The most annoying prayers come from my Dad. 

Monday night I got an alert that he was praying again. I sighed, looked at my IPaw, and read the prayers, then rolled my eyes, and did a brain meld with him to give my answer. 

“No.”

And yet the nerd persisted. 

“Come on Foley do this for me and

If I had a bone for every time he said that, I would have more bones than a python (they have 600 vertebrae, which equals to about 1800 bones in their body, you can look it up.

“For the last time,” I said, curtly: “Angels don’t who wins the NBA title.”

“Oh Foley,” he pled, “I am a simple man of poor circumstance who has little joy in his life, so throw me a bone here, just influence this one game.”

I opened his prayer file. “Let’s see: In 2013 you asked me to help the Red Sox win the World Series, and pledged to go to church every Sunday if they win. They did, you didn’t.”

“I have to work Sundays,” he answered.

“So do preachers but they still manage to make it to church on Sunday.” I consulted his file. “January 2015, if the Patriots the Super Bowl, I will never ask you for anything again. You made the same prayer in January 2017, and in 2019, all Patriots won, and yet then prayers haven’t stopped.” I paused. “Then October 2018, if the Red Sox win the World Series you would give a tithe to the Church, which I know you meant to do when they won until you knew what tithe meant.”

He agreed he had been bad, but promised to do volunteer work for the little sisters of the poor if the Celtics won.

And I agreed. 

Then did nothing.

If the Celtics can’t win with a 3-1 lead at home with Porzingas playing there is nothing divine intervention could do.

They won without my help, but my Dad did not know that, so I went into his happy dreams and reminded him of the little sister's promise.

“I will soon, I have to make some adjustments to my schedule.”

I knew he wouldn’t, and I would soon get another prayer from him that I would ignore.

Sports players are annoying. We angels never have anything to do with the outcomes of sports contests.

Except to make the Yankees lose

But that’s a matter of good and evil.

I am an angel judge so I am required to answer all prayers, even the most annoying ones.

The most annoying prayers come from my Dad. 

Monday night I got an alert that he was praying again. I sighed, looked at my IPaw, and read the prayers, then rolled my eyes, and did a brain meld with him to give my answer. 

“No.”

And yet the nerd persisted. 

“Come on Foley do this for me and I will never ask you again.

If I had a bone for every time he said that, I would have more bones than a python (they have 600 vertebrae, which equals to about 1800 bones in their body, you can look it up.

“For the last time,” I said, curtly: “Angels don’t who wins the NBA title.”

“Oh Foley,” he pled, “I am a simple man of poor circumstance who has little joy in his life, so throw me a bone here, just influence this one game.”

I opened his prayer file. “Let’s see: In 2013 you asked me to help the Red Sox win the World Series, and pledged to go to church every Sunday if they win. They did, you didn’t.”

“I have to work Sundays,” he answered.

“So do preachers but they still manage to make it to church on Sunday.” I consulted his file. “January 2015, if the Patriots the Super Bowl, I will never ask you for anything again. You made the same prayer in January 2017, and in 2019, all Patriots won, and yet then prayers haven’t stopped.” I paused. “Then October 2018, if the Red Sox win the World Series you would give a tithe to the Church, which I know you meant to do when they won until you knew what tithe meant.”

He agreed he had been bad, but promised to do volunteer work for the little sisters of the poor if the Celtics won.

And I agreed. 

Then did nothing.

If the Celtics can’t win with a 3-1 lead at home with Porzingas playing there is nothing divine intervention could do.

They won without my help, but my Dad did not know that, so I went into his happy dreams and reminded him of the little promise.

“I will soon, I have to make some adjustments to my schedule.”

I knew he wouldn’t, and I would soon get another prayer from him that I would ignore.

Sports players are annoying. We angels never have anything to do with the outcomes of sports contests.

Except to make the Yankees lose.

But that’s a matter of good and evil.









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