Friday, July 12, 2024

The Ruby Rose Report: The Crate Door

 

My parents had a cookout to go to on the Fourth of July, one that I was neither invited to nor barred from. My participation was fully at the whims of my parents.

Let me be clear. I did not want to go. There would be my least favorite things there: People, and even worse, small children. Wet little tykes. Dripping from the cement pond. Who would want to hug me, pressing their wet suits against me, and I have no choice but to soak in their wet like a reluctant sponge?

Also, I would not be the only dog there.

Mommy’s nephew brings his dog Aiden. He loves his family the pool, the kids, and the heat. It loves everything.

If you ask me it’s a little with the loving.

He lets wet kids hug him, as well as dry old people, and damp middle-aged people.

I have not met him, but I have smelled him on my people, which is rude.

So, what I’m saying is I didn’t want to go.

I didn’t want my parents to go either.

This is when having a mischievous angel sibling is fun,

I am more comfortable in my crate on the rare occasions I am left alone so I was not responsible for what happened next.

My parents said goodbye and were ready to go out when the door on my crate fell off.

You all know crates. They are tiny plastic fortresses. Doors don’t just pop off, at least not without some pressure from the inside.

My parents put the door on, and locked it, then went to leave again when the door fell off, and I heard River snickering.

They went to put the door on again when they noticed the clip-on top of the non-locking side was missing. Then looked for it and could not find it.

It made no sense. But they weren’t counting on the interference of River, a devilish little angel.

There was no way the door was going on, that was clear, but my parents are intellectuals which meant they spent 15 minutes trying to outsmart the door and get it to stay. They failed, and they were now twenty minutes late. The people, already at the cookout, began to hope that “those dreadful people,” would not be attending.

My Dad, who thinks everything can be fixed with duct tape, picked up a roll, My Mom dismissed it with a curt “no.”

They remembered when they first got me they had bought a soft-sided travel bag and got that, but it was seven pounds, and a few inches ago, and they could not leave me in such cramped circumstances.

They realized they could put the crate facing the wall, which would hold the door in place, but they didn’t want me to not be able to see what I usually could when created, the floor and the bottom of the couch. How would I survive without such reverting entertainment?

Finally, they settled on using an unplugged space heater which would block the unhinged part of the door.

Of course, they could have left the door off. I had no desire to be out of the crate.

Once they were gone River appeared to me and explained that her interference was not to keep me out of the crate, but to delay my parents’ arrival by a half hour, cutting the time of attendance on this hot Fourth of July by a half hour,

Angels help our humans even when they don’t realize it.

The River came into my crate, and we played canasta until my parents got home.

And they ordered a new crate.

This is what they could have done, but they have some ideas on how to fix it without paying for a new one.

I may never be left alone again.

 

 

 

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Thursday, July 11, 2024

Thursday Poetry

 


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




When Bob was small he had a great imagination

He called himself crazy Bob the daredevil sensation.

The announcer said Crazy Bob has no trepidation.

A hero for this new generation.

 

Bob put a small board on top of a rock.

And how the neighbors did gawk.

He pedaled his bike and jumped over the side walk.

But in his mind he flew like a hawk.

 

He pictured it being the Grand Canyon where he did jump.

And when he was the highest his first he did pump.

He landed hard hurting his rump.

But he didn’t care, after that no one would call him a chump.

 

But soon the time came for Bob to put aside his childish dreams.

Such things won’t fly when you’re in your teens.

He was told to get good grades, be a good boy and no daredevil scenes.

Being a normal hardworking student was now his theme.

 

Then came marriage and then came kids.

Doing anything out of the norm was forbid.

There were bills, work, and doing everything right to keep the family off the skids.

And it became more so when the kids’ made grandkids.

 

At 65 Bob did retire

His wife passed and kids moved to the Berkshires.

He lost his balance and walking became dire.

He was alone in a chair with nothing to aspire.

 

Then he saw a boy wearing googles that he did like

Leaping off a ramp like he was Fonzie on a motorbike.

And Bob smiled, hit the gas, and let out a yell most warlike.

He soared over canyons, and into the sky, even ancient, he was again a happy tyke. 



Tuesday, July 9, 2024

Beat This Caption

 



My tunneling skills come through again!

They think the can lock me in the bathroom!

You can't lock up sweet Mr. Wiggles



Monday, July 8, 2024

Monday Question

How did you do with the fireworks?

And can our parents do anything to stop it, especially the back door ones


 My parents are I were lucky, i am not bothered with by fireworks, but feel terrible for my friends that do.

My dad has, since the days of Pocket being scared to death, has said he was going to talk to his State Rep, but the knowledge that it would change nothing stop him

Sunday, July 7, 2024

Foley's Tales from Rainbow Bridge: The Twice Saved Dof


 

We all know humans can be stupid. They are so enamored with their stupidity they come together every four years to elect the dumbest one as their leader. 


A person is a true danger when that stupidity is matched with cruelty. That point was made crystal clear to me last week.


I got a page to hurry to the angel-swearing-in spot. This usually happens when a [et dies suddenly, and it is often a hard transition, as an animal’s mind becomes confused somewhere between our worlds,


But, luckily, Max, the pit bull, remembered his last horrifying minutes.


He, his kitty sister, and German Shepherd brother were going on vacation together. Their tired parents pulled into the parking lot of a hotel where they hoped to spend the sultry Indana[polis ni[eght. Their parents, Norma Light and Charles Thomas, realized pets were not allowed to stay in the hotel, so those parents locked their pets in the car and went to bed blissfully enjoying the air conditioning.


I will pause here to let out parents scream into a pillow.


I had no idea how to help the two animals being cooked live, but angels rush in where fools fear to tred. I got to the car and saw there was not much time left. Neither pet could breathe and were so thirsty. I asked myself what my dad always does in the car and told the German Shephard to blow the horn.


It was the most unnatural thing for a dog to do, but when you see the Bridge Angels coming for you, and you chose the survive,  it is time for unprecedented behavior.


The Shephard stood on the front seat with his paws on the horn, and pressed, first weekly, then, like Rose in the North Sea. louder and longer until forces came to his aide


The hotel manager went outside us to see what was causing the ruckus and saw a desperate German shepherd honking the horn. Upon further examination, the manager saw the cat close to death, and that the pit bull had expired.  Having no way to break the window the manager ran back to his office and called the police.


Officer Poe was the first to respond. He broke a window and opened the door. The German Shepherd jumped into the officer’s waiting arms. The surviving duo were taken away to cool down and be nitrated.


The car was traced back to the duo who had arrived the evening before. They were arrested and charged with felony animal cruelty-kill. This is where they exit our tale.


The animals needed new homes. And it did not take the German Shepherd long because his saviior, Officer Poe wanted to save the dog again. After a few approving scribbles the German Shepherd was given a new home, a new dad, and a new name: Abby.


Abby’s life was saved by good people. His pit-bull brother lost his life because of bad people.


There are many more good people than bad.


But the damage the bad people do make up for their small numbers.


Thank DoG Abby found good ones


Friday, July 5, 2024

Ruby Rose's Garden Report: July 5, 2024

 It is the second week of my garden report. We were going to start in Foley’s Garden but the butterfly bushes in River’s Garden have bloomed and I thought you would like to see one of them.


Next up is, in Foley’s Garden, a turf war between a Wood Lilly and the daisies which the Lillies are winninThe New Guinea impatiens are doing well this year. Sometime they struggle in the hot sun, but this batch looks good

Here is Next up is, in Foley’s Garden, a turf war between a Wood Lilly and the daisies which the Lillies are winninThe New Guinea impatiens are doing well this year. Sometime they struggle in the hot sun, but this batch looks good

another picture of Shasta daisies which are doing better without fighting for attention with the Wood Lillie


Here is Saint Anthony looking at the Johnny Jump Up Daisy like he didn’t order them and does not intend to pay for them.

Big Impatients in a wheelbarrow, little Impatients in a window box.

We have moved to Pocket’s garden where another wood Lily lives.

Twelve years ago Hobo Hudson sent us a little Hydranga. It is now the star of Pocket’s garden.

The Ditch Lillies grow good in Pocket’s garden too

The large Siebold’s Plantation Lily Hostas is just starting to bloom

The Ditch Lillies in the Ruby Rose Rose garden is awakening

The Plantation Lilly around the big fake rock are small and real.

And finally in the Ruby Rose Rose Garden is the 100-year-old Ruby Rose bush.


That is it for my garden report for July. I’ll check back in during August/




The Ruby Rose Report: The Crate Door

  My parents had a cookout to go to on the Fourth of July, one that I was neither invited to nor barred from. My participation was fully at...