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Dear Aunt Foley:   My Mom’s suitcases are out again.   That means she is leaving us.  Why do our parents have to leave?  -Lonely Dear Lonely:  There is nothing worse than when our parents leave.  There are usually two reasons for this:  Business or pleasure.  But the real reason is that no human has stood up and said:  “Hey, let’s agree with all love our dogs, want them with us all the time, and allow them to go everywhere humans go.” Oh sure, the lucky blind people get to take their dogs everywhere but perhaps it is because the blind people are the only ones who can truly see that dogs belong everywhere.  As I wrote about a few weeks ago dogs make the work place better and the truth is dogs make everywhere better. I do think the onus is on us a bit.  We have to become disciplined and not just in our “business” movements.  You got to know when to hold them and know when to fold them and if your Mom is in the middle of a business meeting that’s no place to fold them.  And we can’

I have always believed when it comes to dog illnesses the more vowels in the disease’s name the worst it is.  But this week I learned of the scariest dog illness ever:  One with no vowels.  Our very close friend Smoochy was diagnosed with MRSA, an infection that is resistant to antibiotics.  MRSA is common in humans but not in dogs.  I did not know that the disease could be transmitted from human to dog, but in Smoochy’s case it was.  And humans are worried about us giving them Ebola. We dont’ know how Smoochy go it.  We know that he has always liked to chew his paws.  We tell him it’s a bad idea but when he’s bored his paw is right at the end of his foot and off he goes.  Last week he chewed it so badly he had to go to the vet.  Smoochy was given an antibiotic and was sent merrily on his way while the vet ran some simple blood tests. The next morning Smoochy was stunned when he was taken to the ken

Now, this is a story all about how My life got flipped-turned upside down And I’d like to take a minute Just sit right down I’ll tell you how I became the princess of a town called Taunton In Southern United States born and bred On the back deck was where I spent of of my days sunnin’ Chllin’ out maxin’ relaxin’ all cool Thinking living up North must be for a fool When another Griff came up sporting wood Snuck up behind me, lifted up the trunk and got under the hood I had one little pregnancy and my Mom was done She said “You’re movin’ with a brand new family in a town called Taunton” I begged and pleaded with her day after day But she packed up my harnesses and sent me on my way She gave me a kiss and then she gave me a ticket Luckily she sent me with a friend, so in storage I didn’t have to kick it. Coach class, yo not for me, Drinking water from a sippy cup not being able to pee pee Is this what the people in the North be living like? Gonna h

Dear Aunt Foley:  What is it about stuffed dog toys that causes them to explode their guts all over our floor?  - The French Bulldogs This is part of Big Stuffie’s business plan.  They don’t want to make toys that last so they make them with weak points and, if we chew with any force at all, we rip them, and the stuffing comes out.  That way our parents have to go out and buy us a new one lining the pockets of Big Stuffie. Now if you are a good dog, like we are, you gently chew your toys so you don’t rip them open.   This takes a great deal of self control because it is part of our breeding to play with anything that squeaks going back to our days of being wild in a pack and rabbits had squeakers in them.We wouldn’t kill the little buggers, we would just walk around squeaking them, which angered the villagers, who, through selective breeding, stopped rabbits from squeaking so they could get a decent nights sleep. Us dogs are nothing if not flexible, and, just as we learned not t

Ask us dogs at the Bridge if any of us shouldn’t be there and every pup’s paw will go in the air.  We know why we are here, that it is for the best, but we still don’t think we should be here.  And then there are the dogs who should have been here long ago, and that brings us to our latest arrival Crickette Anne. Crickette was an older dog when she came to live with her Mom.  She was living in a public housing unit with her first Mom and another dog, who was the first  Mom’s service animal, and the first Mom’s landlord found out and threatened the woman with eviction.  She needed to find another home for Cricket, and, at the age of ten she became the newest members of the Min Pin Gang. In October 2012 Crickette came home. Crickette fit right in as soon as she walked in the door.  She slept in her human brother’s bed.  She got sent a gift basket from Hannah Banana’s Mom.  Other DS parents sent money to help get her to the Min Pin Gang.  Everything was going along

Dear Aunt Foley:  There seems to be a lot of talk about a zombie apocalypse lately.  As dogs what should we do if one occurs?  - Brody Dear Brody:  I get this question a lot.  Humans are obsessed with zombies, and they are obsessed with getting Ebola making their greatest fear zombies who have Ebola. Symptoms of having Ebola include having diarrhea which means every person who goes through a Taco Bell drive thru should be quarantined for a month.  Regardless Ebola Zombies is a real fear, or at least it will be when I drop into Wolf Blitzer’s dreams and whisper it to him.  Then we will be one CNN graphic artists’ work from having a full  blown pandemic. No one wants to be bitten by the undead but a zombie with diarrhea is the perfect storm of terror  Sure The Walking Dead can do a big scene of zombies feeding on people while they are on fire but let’s see them to a scene with zombies feeding on people with Ebola laced explosive diarrhea.  “Hey Rick, why don’t you sneak up behind

My Daddy was in a pet store the other day.  There was “dog” training ongoing.  (We all know they train the humans.)  This trainer told the parents that, while walking us, not to stop and let us sniff.  “It is your walk, not theirs,” the trainer said. When Daddy got home, as I have instructed, he told me what was going on in the outside world including what this so called trainer said.  I was stunned.  It’s the parents walk, not ours?  What kind of insanity is this? Of course it is our walk.  Humans just don’t go walking on their own.  If you do see them on foot it is either because they have misplaced their driver’s license, don’t have money for gas, don’t have money for a cab, are searching for their stolen car, or are undead.  Humans do not walk without a good reason.  They aren’t built for it. In fact we are blamed for the walk.  “I have to take the dog for a walk,” the humans say.  They don’t say “I am going for my walk I guess I will take the dog along.”  And saying we

On behalf of my sisters on  the mortal side of the Bridge I would like to thank the author of the Death by Chocolate blog for nominating us for the very prestigious Versatile Blogger Award.  I would like to thank everyone who voted for me, the writers, the producers, the director (I am all of them) for helping us to secure the nomination.  Securing a nomination is a group effort and I thank every member of this group 90% of which is me.) It is a very beautiful rewards.  We are very proud of it.  But there are rules of accepting the award.  I have already thanked the Death By Chocolate blog and provided a link to their blog.  That was number one.  And then we have to list seven things about us.  We are going to write seven things about our Mom because I think that is what is meant.  So here they are. Mommy is actually painfully shy and hates to talk on the phone, or meet new people, and she only found her voice through us dogs. Mommy was an x-ray technician when she was you

There is a church to the east of Rainbow Bridge.  It sits far off in the distance.  Most days we can only see the steeple lit in a warm summer glow.  Inside the steeple is a bell older than time.  I had never heard that bell ring, until Wednesday morning.   But I knew what it meant.  We all knew what it meant. It is rung when a Dual Mom arrives.  This is not the true mother of two children, but the true mother of two species,  one being man, and the other being pet.  A Mom was arriving, and we dogs were being called to the human section of the River of Life, because one of our Moms was arriving. You would think this would bring us all joy, but, as we all ran towards the church, up and down the green hills, through the flower beds, past the rose bushes, we all had the same wish.  “Not ours.”  We know how much pain our passings bring to humans, but when they lose one of their own….and especially if that one is leaving pet babies behind, we can feel the pain from the mortal side

Dear Aunt Foley:  My  Mom wants to know why we bark at the fence when we go outside?  The Dog Whisperer said that dogs who run outside and bark, or bark inside the house just need more exercise.  is this true?  - Confused Dear Confused:  Oh this Dog Whisperer guy over bakes my cookies.  I heard him say when a human moves into a new house they should take their dog for a three hour walk.  Three hours?  I guess when the only time you moved is slipping over the border with a backpack full of your dearest possession this is possible but for everyone else, like everything else he says, it’s unrealistic. Mr. Whisperers answer to everything is more exercise when in reality, if you were playing Dog Jeopardy when “exercise” is a clue the question is “What do you do if you have a big butt?” Pocket and I, for two little dogs, got at least one 15 minute walk a day, which is a lot of steps for tiny legs.  I barked at everything we saw during our walks, including the leaves that fell from the

Us posing in the wonderful bandannas made for us by Josie's Mom.  There are extra ones behind us.  Thank you so much our friend and for your wonderful Mom who is so generous and talented.  We love you.

Someone is wearing a cute shirt, someone is not

I had two more friends join me this past week: Duke and Lorelei.  I would love to write flowing tributes to them both, every dog who crosses the Bridge deserves flowing tributes, but I don’t know their past well enough to do them justice.  Now I promise to look after them and get to know them. Now I have a special message to my friend Nigel:  Sorry Nigel, you are not welcome here.  (Psst, Nigel:  You are really welcome here.  You have hundreds of friends who would comfort you, teach you what to do , and enjoy your company, but, since we want you to stay with your Mom and Dad as long as possible I am pretending that we don’t want you here so you aren’t sent here.) We became aware of the possibility of Nigel coming here earlier this week.  He spent a night with labored breathing.  His parents rushed Nigel to his vet:  Dr Mike.  Right away Dr. Mike said Nigel had heart and lung problems.  He also said it sounded like he had an extra heartbeat.  Since Nigel is so sweet we thought it