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On Tuesday, September 11, 2001, while the world reeled, I was a one-year-old dog who slept the day away in a crate next to an identical one where Blake the Shih Tzu, my mentor, waited for our parents to come home, blissfully unaware

When they arrived Blake and I, tuned into our parents emotions, knew something was very wrong, but we did not know what. Our Dad put us in the front seat of the car and took us across the street to walk at the State Hospital. On the

short ride I asked Blake what to do: “Just be a dog,”

My Dad parked in an auxiliary lot and let us out by a large, deep green lawn, The sun had begun to set over the trees, turning the sky orange. Blake and I got out of the car and ran through the grass with wagging tails and big smiles. In that moment everything else briefly faded, and our dad felt a moment of peace on the most violent of days. 

When he got home my Dad told my Mom, and she said it was because the soul of animals is where peace is found.

It would be proven true a month later when  Blake went to the Bridge and as my parents sat mourning him I got behind them and [et my paws into their back comforting them both.

From then on, whenever they were under stress, and needed some peace, the looked to me, or Pocket, River Song and now Ruby.

The best part of us being the givers of peace is that it takes no effort.

We can even do it in our sleep. Our soft breaths (or in Ruby’s case: loud snores) and the gentle rising of our chests, instantly brings comfort. It is literally a job we can do in our sleep.

We can tell when our parents are anxious, their scent changes. We go to them and let them rub our ears, and pet us. When animals smell that scent we are able to change ours to bring out parents a little peace. It is why our parents bury their heads in our fur.

Or they just watch us playing with a toy, or chewing a bone, to hold off the war and violence of life in the world.

And when we are gone they lose their greatest defense.

But, there is always another pet to fill that role.

It is why we are here.

 

The Ruby Rose Report: From My Upcoming Broadway Show The Miserable Bitches - "One Day more"

 

After being stuck in her crate for six hours with the TV on CNN Ruby was inspired to write a musical about what she saw, called Les Miserablbitches (The Miserable bitches)

Below is the lyrics to the last song in Act One called one day more.

I think you will find it timely

One Day More

Until we discover our destiny

After a year of endless electioning

Surely the orange man who did those crimes 

will be sentenced to do time

One Day More

I was not born in this country

After living here 25 years they wanted to deport me

One day more

Destined to go to a place I have never seen

From which three decades ago my parents departed

One more day before the storm

      Without the strong border we have no country

As we fight for our freedom

        they will not take my guns away from me

I have never asked for a man's protection

        God Bless America a country made for those who look like me

If I see him on the street that son of a bitch will need protection from me

The time is now the day is here

One More Day to a fraudulent election

We'll nip the steal  in the bud

We will watch those elderly volunteer pole workers

If we think they're committing fraud we will make them piss blood

Cut off the cock 

cut off the balls 

send him to school Chuck

 comes back Lauren Bacall

Their pronouns are they them and she

While mine are me me me

when he comes home strip down his pants to check his pee pee

One More Day to a new beginning 

From the fascist we will be free

Every vote will be counted

Until the race is called by MSNBC

Our democracy when threatened is always winning

From sea to shining sea

We owe it to our forefathers 

To protect this democracy

Where at least we'll be free

One day more

We will storm the Capitol Building 

We will take a dump on Nancy's rug 

We will hang Harris  and the  liberals 

and get pardoned in the name of freedom

They're eating the dogs 

they're eating the cats 

what we need is a demagogue

 to call them all rats

We will keep them all in barracks built-in liberal towns like Newton

We are doing God's work we don't need any absolution

Until we develop for these migrants a final solution

Tomorrow it won't matter what the pundits have to say

Tomorrow is the judgment day

Tomorrow we'll discover

What our God in Heaven has in store

One more dawn

One more day

One day more

           

       

Foley's Tales From Rainbow Bridge: Turning Ruby into A Turkey Wrangler

 

I love taking birds and butterfly bodies to fly around our pretty gardens. It is especially sweet since I when I was mortal, helped design them.

So, I was upset when I saw that turkeys were tearing up our yard.Wranglerr

Two things happened when I was mortal: No turWrangle eys ripBrtidgeped up our yard, and Putin didn’t invade Ukraine.

While Ruby can’t do anything about Putin, because she’s weak, she can do something about the turkeys.

When I was mortal and walking around the state hospital I would charge, barking sharply, with a ferocious look on my face, that would make them fly in panic, except that one time, when the geese were protecting their babies, and they charged at me. I’ve been off eggs ever since.

To save my yard I was going to have to teach Ruby how to make a group of birds fly away. I am going to make her a turkey herder.

“A what?” Ruby asked when I slipped into her treat and tummy rub dreams. 

“The turkeys have made a mess of the yard!” I barked. “They're eating the grass, they're eating the seeds, they're doing unmentionable things to the geese.”

“I don’t mind,” Ruby said.

Of course, she doesn’t. She doesn’t pee outside. I think she identifies as a house cat.

“It doesn’t matter if you mind,” I said. ‘Mommy doesn’t like it.”

“She doesn’t seem upset.”

“You don’t know her like I do.”

“I sleep with my nose up her ass, I don’t think you can know anyone more.”

The talk was getting me nowhere. I took her, in her dream state to the Doggyspace Park at Rainbow Bridge. A dozen turkeys were eating the grass. “Round them up!” I ordered.

“But they're not hurting anyone.”

Kids today! They don’t know what you have to do to keep control of a lawn. I told her to charge.

She did so reluctantly. She barely moved her legs.

“What the hell is that?” one of the turkeys asked. “Does it run on batteries?”

I had to step in and show her how it was done. Suddenly some ninja turkeys started clucking at me and doing somersaults.

I can’t stand being flipped the bird.

I told Ruby it was enough for today and sent her back to her warm bed.

These turkeys are tougher than I thought, but I have another plan.

Parsing Dr. Fudd.

Dr Elmer Fudd, 

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Poetry Thursday: Choose Kindness

 

My good friends the Two Spoiled Cats’ humans went to Maine for a week, so we don’t have a photo to inspire us this week, so I am going to publish one of my own poems: “Choose KIndness.” It is something I hope all American voters will do on Tuesday when they elected a President.

This election season has been a grind

Its enough to make a Griffon lose her tiny mind

So when you choose the next person to lead mankind

Please consider picking the one who will be kind

While it may seem like we need someone to rule through hate and fear’

That we have no tolerance for those who are black, brown, or queer

We need to remember when our ancestors arrived after a hellacious trip they had to persevere

They were never met by the tip of a spear.

I know this country has more problems them an honest main can bear

And there are people who llve in despair

Thinking in only terms of hate will get us nowhere

So try kindness, the kind you find in a prayer

Hate is never right

Hate leads to violence and a fight

Hate is usually leads to plight

Hate is the devil’s delight

Kindness is never wrong

Ir causes everyone to get along

It put dances in you feet and in your heart a song

KIndness seems weak but it is really strong

If you vote for kindness you won’t regret it

Kindness never makes you a hypocrite

Kindness makes you never feel like a misfit

Kindness is always legit

So please choose kindness when you vote

 Find then kindness candidate to promote

To the evil in the world kindness is the antidote

And in bad weather kindness gives you a lifeboat.

Wordless Wednesday

 

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Despite his unique rhino and peacock heritage Herb the Rhinocock did not impress Larry the Duck

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