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Pocket: Neely came, Neely went, and mostly, I yawned.  Last year when Neely stayed here I hated him.  I hid under chairs, never left Mommy’s side, my insides turned to water, it was a terrible situation.  Meanwhile, Foley either laughed at me or yawned.  Mommy anticipated the same thing this year.  And with me having digestion issues Mommy forecast nothing but disaster.  But I’m a big girl now, the leader of the pack, and I am now confident in my position in  my Mom’s heart, so, after a fit of initial barking, I mostly ignored the little bugger. River:  Neely came and I hated him.  Who the hell was this guy?  Why are they bringing other dogs into the house?  Are they dissatisfied with my work?  Shouldn’t I have gotten some sort of warning?  The last time I was with a male in a house I ended up pregnant and then on the street.  I did not want this to happen again. Pocket:  Neely had that faucet shut off a long time ago.  Mostly he’s just a big lovable goof ball who was missing his

Some dogs arrive at the Bridge unexpected, some arrive on schedule, and some always seem to be on the cusp of arrival.  Cooper was one of those dogs.  He was expected here several times during my tenure, and it is my understanding he was expected even before I arrived. During his short life Cooper survived IMHA, Polycythemia, and hypothyroidism, but when a large mass was discovered in his chest there was no avoiding his fate. Despite thousands of prayers, and a herculean effort by his Mom, Cooper joined me at the Bridge Thursday. Cooper was only five years old when he passed, the same age that my first sister Blake was when my parents lost her.  Converted to human that’s 35 years, a very short life span.  I think that’s why dog age gets converted to human years.  It’s not important that I passed at 91 or that Tommy passed at the human age of 119, but when you learn that Cooper was just 35 it becomes clear how tragic his passing was. Hundreds of Cooper’s friends were there to g

Dear Aunt Foley:  I heard my Mom tell my Dad that my Grandfather kicked the bucket.  I looked at the bucket and it hadn’t been kicked. What’s going on?  - Copernicus. Dear Copernicus:  I am sorry to tell you this my friend but your Grandfather has joined me here at the Bridge.  Humans don’t do a very good job dealing with the ones they love crossing over and sometimes they invent terms to make it easier to deal with.  Kick the bucket is one of those terms. I had my minions look into the origin of the phrase.  There are many answers.  Some say it comes from when humans hung themselves, they would stand on a bucket, and kick it to induce their falling and choking to death.  Another claim is that pigs, before being slaughtered were hung from a beam, where they would kick and struggle. This beam was commonly called the bucket.  A third theory is from an old Catholic funeral custom. A bucket of holy water was placed by the feet so mourners could sprinkle holy water on the corpse.  Alth

Pocket posing with the Yorkie flag sent to her by our friend Sandy Von Nostrand

I have read so many sad blogs about pups who have passed to the Bridge.  Sometimes this question is asked:  W hat does a broken hearted pup parent have to do to feel better? For my Mom the answer was simple.  River Song. When Foley went to the Bridge my Mom was crushed.  Foley’s love for her was like a huge skyscraper, and when Foley left that skyscraper collapsed leaving a big void in her heart.  And there was no way to rebuild the Foley skyscraper.  Her heart would be in ruins forever. Mommy always enjoyed the Brussels Griffons at the groomers.  She asked if the groomers knew of any breeders, and she was told that I had recently had a litter and my current owner was looking for a new home for me.    Even though Mommy wasn’t ready for a dog, she decided to take me.  As soon a she saw me she fell in love, and I began building a new skyscraper of love in her heart. But there was trouble building it.  You see while Mommy loved me she began to feel guilty.  Was it right to love

I am going to allow give you another secret about Rainbow Bridge.  There is no time here, no clocks, no days.  Since we are here for eternity there is no need to get anything done by a certain point.  When there are millions of tomorrows putting things off until then doesn’t seem to be a big deal. But on the mortal side of the Bridge Time is a constant companion.  One that never stops moving:  It keeps going, at the same madingley steady pace, and when you stop paying attention, or even if you are paying the closest attention possible, this companion  known as Time steals what you love until the day comes when it’s cold hand reaches for you, and sends you to me, and your loved ones, here on the immortal side of life. No matter how much you search for solitude you will never be alone because Time is always there, and with each methodical step a grain of your life slips away.  Sometimes, when you are walking alone at night, you hear it’s footfalls.  Sometimes when you are sitting

Dear Aunt Foley:  I went to work with Dad last week.  Sometimes he comes home from work, and he’s tired and cranky, but from what saw all he does is sit behind the desk, talk on the phone, and play on the computer.  What’s up with that?  - Katie Dear Katie:  Oh the work thing. Humans make so much about the work thing.  They’re tired, they’re frustrated, they’re depressed, and then, like you did, you go to work with them, and you find out that they work with wonderful people who brighten up when you come in the room, and are happy to see you.  So the answer to office crankiness is easy.  We should go to work everyday. But we are not fools.  If we are going to go to work everyday we should get rewarded for our efforts.  Every company should have a dog walker, a playroom for us, and a lunch room where home cooked food is made.  For these slight additions we will bring peace and harmony to an office. All this stress that our parents complain about at work would be quickly dissipate

I was flipping through some newspapers the other day when I saw that Britney Spears had spent $31,235.15 on her dogs last year.  I was ready to proclaim that Britney Spears was the best dog Mom in the world.  But before I proclaimed I asked the wisest beings I knew, the owls, to investigate how she spent this money. What they reported back to me was shocking.  I had imagined the pop diva savant going to animal shelters and spending the money she duped from tone deaf millenniums to better the lives of dogs in need everywhere.  Unfortunately she lived down to my previously conceived impressions. In January Ms Spears spent $5,568 on what TMZ referred to as a white Malteste.  Well there you go.  I know $5,568 is a lot of money for a Maltese but you got to spend extra if you want a white one.  Such actions can force you to sell your NBA team but doesn’t stop you from posting selfies with your $5,568 dog balancing on your fake boobs. And then she spent $8,212 on a Yorkie.  I cost m

I have been visiting Dr Freud lately.  Nice gentlemen.  Comfortable furniture.   Pipe smells great.  He’s coked up half the time but who am I to Judge?  The Big Guy sent me to him.  He seems to think I have anger issues. I think I have done a wonderful job controlling my temper, until this week.  “Serenity now, serenity now.” he taught me to say when I get upset. I got summoned to the Bridge.  I looked down to see Hagan climbing towards me.  I felt my anger rising.  I had flown so many prayers for Hagan up to the Big Guy.  There were an army of angels flying up Hagan’s prayers.  The last we had heard the answer to the prayers had been yes.  Then suddenly, without warning, the answer was no, and Hagan was separated from his beloved parents.  Serenity now. I asked Hagan what went wrong.  “I know my friends prayed for me to get better, unfortunately the answer was no, but I said a prayer of my own, that I could feel better for just a few more days so I could spend some extra

Dear Aunt Foley: I would like to know why it is that our mom and dad's feel the need to pick up our poo after we have relieved ourselves. I mean if I so much look at another dog's poo my mom throws hysterics - but there she is, quite happy to shout at dad to go pick my poo up before it's even been allowed to cool.  Don't they realise I am just leaving my calling card to warn the neighbourhood that I was there OR what they are doing is an invasion of my privacy (not the least to say disgusting!) (I would have also loved to ask why they also feel the need to defecate in MY 'water bowl' too but as I don't drink from that vessel in the bathroom, I can't BOL) Yours, Mr Bemused from London Dear Mr Bemused:  Humans are poo obsessed and I am afraid I can’t tell you why.  Personally I think it’s a sick obsession.  Once I got bored, found a wax ear plug and ate it.  When I pooed these long strings of wax came out.  If was cool.  But Daddy thought they were

Every house has their own routines and we quickly become accumulated to it..  On Saturday mornings we get up early and Daddy goes to work.  As soon as he is gone we climb into Mommy’s recliner, she puts the legs up, and pushes back and we take a long nap.  If she doesn’t get in her recliner quickly enough we walk behind her whining. Some of our routines aren’t as much fun.  Just before we go to bed we get our teeth brushed.  I hate having my teeth brushed.  The toothbrush is bigger than my mouth.  Plus I have perfectly white teeth not like my sister who has let her teeth become full of tartar.  I understand her getting brushed but why should I? Pocket goes first and I go hide.  We love in a single sized modular home.  It’s a freaking one level tube. Not a lot of places to hide, but there are knooks and cranies and I am small.  I squeeze myself in and hope for the best. The Pocket comes tearing out of the bathroom looking for me.  When she finds me she narcs me out, barking her l

Hi.  See that butterfly?  That's me:  Foley Monster.  I picked out the prettiest form I could find and flew down to visit Mommy, Pocket and River while Mommy trimmed the butterfly bush.  Aren't I beautiful? 

There are not many dogs I meet at the top of the stairs leading from the Bridge who arrive wearing a hood so they can’t be seen, but Barnum did that, and like so many things Barnum did, he did it for others.  He did not think that the Tommy had received adequate mourning time and he did not want his friends to know he had arrived.  The swear in ceremony was done in secret. “Foley, can I hide in your place for a few days so no one knows I’m here?” Barnum asked me. “We could, or we could go to some place real fun,” I said.  And then we flew high up in the air to the Tunes’ Mansion. Tommy opened the door and hugged Barnum and welcomed him.  Tupper, Max, Raider, Willie, and so many friends came over to him, licking and biting him.   He was overwhelmed at all the friends who were with him.  Tommy then ordered the TV remote changed saw Barnum could see his Mom. We all gathered around Barnum.  Tears came to his eyes when he saw his brother Bailey.  The two of them could only be separ

Dear Aunt Foley:  We had a wonderful weeping willow tree in our backyard for years.  All us dogs all the way back to Angel Apollo dug holes under it, lay under it on hot days, treed squirrels in it, and watched our grandparents reaffirm their vows under it.  But it became too large and it’s roots spread out so far that it squashed the sewer line and needed to come down.  Do trees go to Rainbow Bridge?  - Napa Michael Dear Napa Michael:  Is that the beautiful tree that just popped up by Apollo’s cloud yours?  My gosh what a wonderful tree.  I was sitting with a bunch of my friends under that tree today.  Apollo said he thought it was his favorite tree Weeping Walter and gosh darnit he was right. The rules of the Bridge are very simple.  If you are loved you come to the Bridge.  And anything can be loved which is why we have so many beautiful flowers and trees here.  Nothing ever dies Napa Michael.  They just come here and wait. One of the most amazing things to see is when a t

Mommy is mad at the birds and this is causing all sorts of problems for me.  You all know how hard Mommy works in her gardens.  She likes everything perfect.  Daddy does too.  But he also likes to feed the birds.  And birds are very sloppy eaters.  Their seed falls to the ground and causes weeds. Mommy hates that they cause weeds but she begrudgingly let’s Daddy feed the birds.  Now the birds are trying  to get sweet nectar from her flowers and, when they do they are knocking petals to the ground. Plus, after eating at the feeder they are using her car as a restroom.  .  Not even I was allowed to do that.  She has had it with the birds. And this is bad news for me. Because birds bring your prayers to me, and also do poop bombs on bad people who deserve crappy birdie karma (if you find a big bird poop stain on your windshield ask yourself what dog in the neighborhood did you anger?) I was unaware of the strife Mommy was causing in the bird community until a group flew up to my cl

As you know today I planned to start a group on DS called the “Tommy Tunes Hall of Fame Group.”  Well, apparently I can’t start a group because I don’t have a wolf badge.  Do they still badges here?  Anyway if anyone has a wolf badge and could start the group for me I would appreciate it. Also if anyone is good at photoshop and can take Tommy’s picture, and put it on a plaque, with the words below, or in your own words, that would be appreciated too. So, not as grandly as I planned, here is my Tommy Tunes DS Hall of Fame Plaque                                  TOMMY TUNES June 6, 1997 to August 28, 2014 MOST BELOVED MEMBER OF DOGGYSPACE EVER.  WAS ALWAYS A NEW MEMBER’S FIRST FRIEND AND WOULD REMAIN THEIR BEST FRIEND FOREVER.  MADE COUNTLESS HILARIOUS VIDEOS AND PHOTOS FOR HIS FRIENDS TO ENJOY.  DID HUNDREDS OF PICTURE TRIBUTES FOR FRIENDS WHO HAD GONE TO THE BRIDGE.  WAS ALWAYS THERE FOR EVERY DOG AND PARENT WHEN THEY NEEDED A PAW TO HOLD ON TO AND A SHOU