Wordless Wednesday

 

Beat This Caption

 

But if you don't let them neuter you look what you will be able to do all night long. 

Monday Question

 

Happy Veteran's Day

Do you have veterans in your human family?

Ruby's answer:

On my Dad's side 

Our grampy served in Korea

Our great grampy served in the first World War

On my Mom's side

Her father served in the Pacific World War II

Her bother was a Marine but did not see action

Foley's Tales From Rainbow Bridge: The Boy Without a Dog

There was a little boy who grew up with everything a person could want. His Dad was a successful businessman and he spoiled his children.

The boy was handsome and popular. He was also panointed by his father to take over the business.

He had it all.

But not a dog.

It is not clear if this was by choice. He was taught that there were two kinds of people. Killers and losers. A killer is cold, and needs a uhard heart. Dogs melt cold hearts. They would be a hindrance to a killer.

Every kid should have a pet. They need the unconditional love that pets give, and it would have caused him to care more about something than himself.

At 13 he was sent to military school to keep that little heart cold. There were no pets at the military school. Only animals that were hunted.

The little boy was now a young adult, with distant parents, whom wanted to be loved, or at least liked. Everyone in their teens has moments when the whole world is against you, and you are friendless, except for your loyal pet.

But the boy didn’t have one. His only friend was a sock with eyes written in with Sharpie.

Some remember the boy as a bully, others as depressed. He desperately wanted to be liked but making friends was hard, and his distant parents didn’t teach him how to be kind and caring, two things a dog would have. By the time he went to college he was a cold killer.

But not so much as to go to war. His father pulled some strings and he didn’t have to go. HIa killing would only be done in the business world.

He came under the tutelage of an angry, emotionally repressed, c;loseted lawyer who taught him how to be ruthless. He evicted people from their property, he didn’t pay his vendors, he discriminated against people he didn’t like, and when he ran out of money, he declared bankruptcy and started again.

His reputation grew, and somehow, through his persuasive words, he became the most powerful man in the world.

And people live in fear, across the globe, and what he will do.

Maybe it will be for good, maybe for bad, not even the angels know.

But, we are sure, it would be a kinder world, if someone had bought the boy a dog.

The Ruby Report: watching the times change

 

I believe a dog must keep quiet about what goes on in the house, but when our parents do something so egregious it affects the world.

On Saturday night after Mommy went to bed, I was placed next to her on the bed with a bone, which I first thought was a nice thing, but soon realized was meant to be a diversion.

It usually takes a few minutes for my Dad to get ready for bed, which leaves Mom and I alone, without his nighttime wheezing or blanket hogging. Those few moments are, outside of eating, my favorite time of day that does not involve food.

But my Dad was taking a long time coming to bed, and I hopped out to see what was taking him so long and see if he got his fist stuck in the toilet again. 

I wasn’t two steps out of the bedroom when I saw my Dad doing something that would change the course of life in the world.

He was on a chair with the clock in his hand which he was turning backward.

I barked, to get him to stop, and tell my mom to stop him (which failed.) He pretended he did not see me as he rehung the clock.

At first, I noticed nothing different, but I barely slept that night because  I had to wait until after the sun came up to see if he was successful.

The alarm goes off at 6:45 each morning, but this morning it was silent. I hoped it just didn’t ring but feared differently. An hour later my fears were confirmed when the alarm went off.

I crawled from beneath the covers and looked at the clock.

It said 6:45. 

My dad had turned back time, and no one had noticed.

I went to the master clock in the living room, looked up at it, and barked. “What are you barking at silly?” my Mom asked. Sure, I was silly, but she was the one unaware that my Dad had stolen an hour from her life.

As that day went along I experienced the result of his actions.

My breakfast was an hour late, my dinner was an hour late, and my bedtime was an hour late. And it would be this way until my dad climbs on the chair and turns the master clock back.

]I am afraid it won’t be until spring. 

Poetry Thursday

I looked up from my computer

When I heard the putt putt of the scooter

I knew this was how the demise of our happy neighborhood would begin

Because the whites are moving in

They will loudly play their podcasts on crime

They will hold brunch during church time

They will hike on trails where none of us have been

How are we going to handle it when the whites move in?

They will stink up the neighborhood with their imported artisan cheese

They’ll ask us to watch their little dog during their four times a year trips to Disney

The Amazon drivers will deliver to their houses four times a day and it will begin

As soon as the whites move in

They will sit on their porch sipping tea and eating almond scones and croissants

That they got from an overpriced farm to table restaurant. 

They never throw out their crap and will hold weekly yard sales selling old shoes out of a bin

That’s what happens when the whites move in

We’ll invite them over for a beer and they will ask for a micro brew

They’ll put a American flag and balls on the back of a truck with a bumper sticker about the Hong Kong flu

They will talk about golf, and pickleball saying victory is all in the spin

That’s what we will have to put up with when the whites move in

If you want us to give you a chance

Don’t fly the flag that says Trump and Vance

They will thump their Bible and complain of society’s sin

While voting for the man candidate that has committed the most, when the white move in

Barbeques with food cooked inside

Kids on bikes in the driveway the only spot they are allowed to ride

Loud Thanksgiving dinner with their kin

There goes the neighborhood, the whites are moving in

Wordless Wednesday