Wordless Wednesday

 

Beat This Caption

 

Simon told his Dad he was sorry he had left his squeaky mouse on top of the rock face for the third time that week but secretly he wasn't

Monday Question

 Did the time change effect you at all?

RUBY'S ANSWER: The fall back doesn't bother me but in the spring when dinner is a an hour late it does make me fret my food was forgotten 

The Ruby Rose Report: A Walk in the Woods On a Autumn Afternoon

 

My Dad has said, while I sit on a blanket, on the back of the couch, and getting hand-fed, while a fan blows cool air on my tail, that he worries that I don’t do enough dog things.

Ridiculous. Then I got down to eat breakfast but turned up my nose because two of my kibbles were touching my kibble.

Unacceptable!

I got back on the couch while my parents cleaned the kibble because they were worried I would get the vapors.

On Tuesday I was placed on my perch in the car and escorted to Mommy’s hairdresser's and I expected to be chauffeured back, Instead, we pulled down a tree-lined road and parked on the edge of the woods.

Oh no, did we have a flat?

My Dad got out of the car, put on my leash, and announced we were going for a walk.

In the woods?

My feet might get muddy, my stunning tail covered with burrs, and I could be eaten by a rabid beaver.

But he who has the loop of the leash holds all the power.

He pulled me outside and I landed in the mud.

Great.

Then we began to walk down the path. The leaves were all red yellow and orange. They scrunched under my paws when I walked, and when I began sniffing a thousand scents. It woke up my inner dog. Then I did something I hadn’t done in more than three years of living with my parents.

I pooped outside.

The problem was that when you don’t poop outside for three years the human walking you stops carrying poop bags. Luckily there was a wide enough life nearby.

We walked further into the woods and came upon a garden that had a million and a half smells. Then we went further and I saw this thing called a squirrel. Are you familiar with them? They are fluffy-tailed rats who dart in front of us and run up a tree.

I had been a reluctant traveller but now I was pulling on the leash, every turn brought newp sights and sounds. We came kto a river and wandered down towards the bank until the ground became too treacherous. We found a cabin in the woods that I claimed as my summer home. And there was a log that I  stood on to make myself tall.

I was tuckered out when I got in the car but stayed awake as we picked up Mommy, and soon I was asleep on her lap, under a blanket.

Because I am a dog, not an animal. 

Friday Fill Ins

Drop your socks, It is time for Friday Fill Ins

There are four statements: the first two statements are written by 15AndMeowing, and the final two are done  by  Four-Legged Furballs. Please check them out. 

Here are this week's statements with my fill ins CAPITALIZED.

I like pumpkin IN A CATAPAULT SO I CAN FIRE THEM AT MY ENEMIES. IF MY ENEMIES DON’T PRESENT THEMSELVES BY FIRST FROST I SHALL FIRE GLASS PUMPKINS. IN FACE, SCREW IT, I AM GOING WITH THE GLASS THEY DO MORE DAMAGE.

My favorite movie to watch around Halloween IS A SMALL INDEPENDENT FILM I PRODUCED CALLED “FOUR OLDER TEENAGED KIDS WITHOUT COSTUMES KNOCKED ON MY DOOR AT 10:30 PM SO I HIT THEM IN THE HEADS WITH A GLASS PUMPKIN.”

If I could meet any Halloween creature I’d choose THE GREAT GLASS PUMPKIN THAT LINUS USED WHEN HE FINALLY SNAPPED AND PUT THAT FOOTBALL YANKING, BAD ADVICE GIVING, GREAT PUMPKIM TRUTHER LUCY IN THE HOSPITAL UNTIL THANKSGIVING.

I’d like a Halloween filled with THE SOULS OF MY ENEMIES AND IF THERE IS ROOM SOME BACON TREATS.

Poetry Thursday

 

 

My friend who is one spoiled cat gave me the picture below for the Thursday Poetry blog;-''

Franklin loved to go on hikes

He had since he was a tyke

He jumped over a crevice with glee

And that is when he lost is key

2

“Oh crap,” Franklin cried most meek

He wouldn’t get paid for a week

And no one would for free

Let him in the house without a key

3

Franklin peered into the crevice

And felt in his backpack for a device

That would bring from the ground to thee

The invaluable key

4 

But there was nothing,  not even string

That would help to him the key bring

When the sun moved and he could see

One hundred feet down to the key

5

By putting his feet and back on the opposite walls

Something that would prevent him from taking a big fall

Descending would be like climbing down a tree

And that is how he would reclaim his key

But he had not counted on gravity

6

All it took was a one misstep

To send him tumbling deep into the depth

Bouncing from rock to wall did he

Landing on the elusive key

7

Broken, busted and bleeding was he

But at least his key was returned to thee

When the sun shone down so he could see

This was not his key

8

Despondent he looked up but didn’t think it could be

His saviors, in form of men, numbering three

Who would soon make him free

Then he heard one of them say: “Hey buddy, mind throwing me up my key?”

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