Wordless Wednesday

 

Beat this Caption

 

"I was next  in line at the feeder when a grackle cut in front of me and  ate the thistle I ordered. I don't know who is in charge of this feeder but I want you to tell them miss Karen is here and demands to talk to them."

Monday Question

Do your parents ever sing to  you and if so what do then sing?

Ruby's Answer: Yes, Mommy does, and she sings 

"Ruby Puppy

Ruby Girl

Is the only girl I love

I love Ruby

Ruby puppy girl, puppy girl, puppy girl"

To Surfer Girl from the Beach Boys

Blog Flashback: July 12 2015: A Pup I Never Knew

 

I meet a lot of dogs here who I don’t know (but as soon as they become angels they become friends because all angels are friends.)  Once we learn their names and their parents’ names my crack staff, led by Blazer and Simon, begin looking for their parents so we can reunite them.   

If we know the pups we can arrange for their Moms to be there to meet them.  Usually it is dogs we don’t know who are waiting for their humans.  But this week something happened we did not expect.  A Mom we did not know came to wait for a dog we didn’t know.

She had crossed over to human section of the immortal side.  Instead of staying with the humans she came over to our place.  Seeing a human without a dog here is very strange.  She didn’t say much.  She just sat with us and gave us nice scratches and sweet pats.

When we asked her why she was there she would only say she was waiting for someone.  She never sought shelter, and never strayed too far from the top of Enzo’s escalator where pups get sworn in when they arrive.  She just waited.

Soon more of us joined her, just sitting there, looking off the cliffs down towards the River of Life, waiting, never questioning.  One night she turned to me and stroked theo top of my head.  “My name is Sharron,” she said.  “Sharron Webb.  I know you don’t know me but I know you.  I know all of you.  I am friends with Judy Turley Kelley. She is Millie Mae’s Mom.  Judy told me all about you and your angel friends.  I have a dog of my own.  Her name is Molly.  We both have cancer and we made a pact, the first who crossed the River of Life would come sit here and wait for the other so that is what I am doing, waiting for my sweet Molly.”

So we waited, and grew in numbers each day, until one day Sharron stood up and walked towards Enzo’s escalator.  We all followed.  A little dachshund was running up the stairs and Sharron cried out “Molly” and started running down the stairs which was totally against the rules, and I am a Judge who was supposed to keep order, but I let it go.  A third of the way down they met and she picked up Molly and together they rode to the top of Enzo’s Escalator as all the dogs howled.  

Then Sharron picked up Molly and she ran with her as I barked after her.  Molly needed to be sworn in, she needed to get her wings from Ladybug, she needed to learn how to fly, but I stopped chasing them and let them go as Sharron put Molly down and they ran into the hills together laughing and barking all they way.  I told Blazer and Simon they needed to find Molly so we could swear her in but there was no rush.  I was sure we would see them soon.

I know for you on the immortal side of life Sharron and Molly’s passing was quite upsetting, but for us here on the immortal side it was quite a sight to se.

It certainly was.

Nature Friday

 

This is my friend Saint Anthony. He has been the garden captain since we moved here. Before that he was in my Nanas’s garden. No one remembers him being purchased. One day he just appeared. When his parents went to the Bridge my Dad gave him a new home.Through day and night, rain and sun, heat and cold, he has been in our garden, protecting the plants.

Saint Anthony is much better than a scarecrow, which only frightens critters who stalk the garden, while Saint Anthony threatens the invaders with eternal damnation. I have no idea if he has such power but it keeps the plants safe and the weeds to a minimum.

Saint Anthony was, for more than a decade, situated in the main garden at the top of the driveway, but this year he requested to go to the garden at the front of the house. He said he wanted a different view, but I caught him with binoculars watching the neighbor across the street. I understand. Its hard to be a saint in the garden.

Saint Anthonu also acts as desk clerk for the many critters who live under the house. He makes sure there are no late parties or fighting over space.

All in all it is good to have a Saint in the Garden.

Just don’t forget to bring him in before it snows. 

Poetry Thursday

 

Our friend Teddy, who is One Spoiled Cat  

provided the following photo to inspire me on Poetry Thursday…

This isn’t a story of elephants in suits

Or hippos in dresses, common publicity seekers

And it's not about  puss in boots

But about a kitty in sneakers

Unlike Puss in Boots Kitty in Sneakers was neither a swashbuckler

Nor a casanova

The wee cat could not be any tougher

And his balls were a long gone: A victim of an unwanted makeover

Kitty in Sneakers yearned a peaceful life

To lounge on a couch, to sleep om the sun

Puss in boots disrupted him, in his mouth a knife

And said he needed help rescuing Princess FIona and promising great fun

But, Kitty in Sneakers had no compunction to go

He told Puss he was tired and needed to rest

And Puss in Boots departed leaving tracks in the snow

Without an adventure, but knowing it was best

Kitty didn’t wear sneakers for style

When he was little it was where he slept

It was where he stored his smile

And where his favorite treasures were kept

Some pets were made to stay home

Loving and supporting their family their only goal

Maybe not a life that would lead to an epic poem

Bot one the leaves you with a full and happy soul

Maybe Puss and Kitty weren’t too different after all

THey were both happy, not different

One stayed home and one answered adventure’s call

And people could not believe they were from the same litter

Wordless Wednesday