The Ruby Rose and the Big Little Angels 3 Blog

I began writing my Pup of the Week blog in 2010.  There are a lot of reasons a pup can be Pup of the Week but the most common one is that the Pup went to the Bridge.  Back in 2010 we had only been blogging for three years and all our dog friends were young with no thought of the Bridge calling.  But there were some elders, and out of our elders no one was more elder than Apollo. Apollo was our cowboy from Oklahoma:  Proud, tough, strong and brave Apollo was our leader.  He was the type of dog that you would think no human could hate but there were evil people who did hate him.  His neighbors put poison out and Apollo gobbled it up, as he did everything. Apollo, our strong cowboy, was in dire straits, but they don’t  make them any bigger or stronger than Apollo and he fought off the poison, and then his Mom fought the neighbors off their property. When his time did come he passed over in his Mom’s arms, in his home, while she sang Don’t Worry Be Happy to him. Apollo was the

As one of the founders of this site and blog with my sister Foley I have long believed in the Freedom to Bark.  But there is another right I fully support.  The Freedom to poo and pee. I understand humans don’t want us pooping on their lawn, and River and I, along with our parents, try to respect their non pooping wishes, often expressed by a small sign showing a dog in the squat position with a line through it.  Try to respect it being the optimum expression because sometimes when you have to go…… But now there is a new controversy in our village  Two owners are upset because us dogs are peeing on the lawns.  They say the peeing on the edge of their lawn is killing all their grass.  Us dogs here must have some pretty powerful pee. My parents talked to the property manager.  He is a dog lover too.  He thinks the man who doesn’t want urine in his yard is being ridiculous.  But he is probably going to give in to him since he is making such a big deal about it. That is one of the

Sometimes, as I watch humans from my fine abode at Rainbow Bridge, I see some extraordinary things. We all know that pets and elderly people, especially those who live alone, become very close  At a Petco by my parents house there was a cat, named Scamper, in a soft travel bag in the carriage.  His parent, a 75 year old woman, told another customer that she had lost her daughter earlier in the year and her cat meant everything to her.  Later she opened the travel bag so two children could pet her cat.  And then she forgot to zip it. She was at the register when the doors opened and spooked Scamper who jumped out of the bag and the carriage then ran out of the store.  His elderly mother cried out and ran after her baby, followed by the cashier, several associates, the manager, people from the grooming salon, and even customers.   Scamper ran down a bush covered knoll on the west side of the store.  His Mom tripped over the curbing and fell face first and then flipped down the hil

From my perch here at Rainbow Bridge I watch humans, particularly Americans, destroying themselves quicker than any outside terrorist organization could.  There seems to be arguments that black lives matter or that white lives matter or if that all lives matter.  I can tell you as someone on the immortal side of the Bridge that all life is precious from humans to the most microscopic beings. I wish I could say it was the same for all dogs but it isn’t.  There is one type of dog who has it tougher than all of us and I would like to change that now:  # BlackDogsMatter Black dogs suffer from what is known as Black Dog Syndrome.  Black dogs are by far the most surrendered dogs in shelters and they are the least adopted.  A Black Dog left in the shelter is going to be there for a long time.  It may never leave. A black dog can be the sweetest, best natured problem free dog at a shelter but people still will be hesitant to adopt him.  People love dogs with markings and black dogs don’

Sometimes life hands you limes.   I got some limes handed to me when I went to the vet.  Things were going great.  I got to go in the car with Mom and Dad while Pocket stayed home.  I got to meet another dog.  I was having a wonderful time Then I got put on the cold table.  I got poked, prodded, had blood drawn, got a chip put in, got all sorts of shots.  It was terrible.  Finally I was ready to go home when the vet tech told my Mom that a tick gave me limes. I could hear Mommy’s heart drop.  Her face turned white  The vet tech saw this and started to give my Mom statistics that made my little head spin. 99% of dogs who don’t show symptoms of limes at the time of diagnosis respond to the antibiotics.  All Mommy heard was that I had a case of the limes and there was a chance I wouldn’t get better. When Mommy got home she read everything she could about Limes.  Most of it was good news but Mommy suffers from WPS (Worried Parents Syndrome) and she concentrated on the bad news l

It seems that I made a mis....a mist....a mist....I was not completely correct about one fact.  Daisy's parent is her Dad not her Mom.  I tend to always assume parents our Moms and I shouldn't do that so I do apologize. Except, you know you humans seems to be changing your sexes a lot lately  I am not saying this is true of Daisy's Dad I'm just saying it's getting hard to keep track who is who and if they are still what they were.  I asked the Big Guy about this and  he said "Hey I just give them the bodies if they want to get them detailed it's up to them." So again, sorry to Daisy's Dad.  Shoddy reporting.  My fault. But you can see how this mistake can be easily made can't you?  Can you even ask when you learn someone is having a baby if it is a boy or a girl or do we have to wait 15 years for the kids to tell us.  Things have gotten very confusing since I crossed over the Bridge is all I am saying. And sorry to Daisy

It has been a quiet week here at Rainbow Bridge which is a good week.  It has given me a chance to check up on the families of some of my closest friends.   Cooper has been looking for a new pup for his Mom since he came here.  After several meetings he chose Jax.  Jax is a loving, sweet, friendly dog who was in need of a good home.  He met all Cooper’s criteria.  Except Cooper never checked on destructiveness.  “Ooops,” Cooper said as he watched Jax destroy his Mom’s favorite pen,  electrical cords, clothes, and furniture.  Jax only needs some coaching to be a good dog and Cooper is willing to send Jax to his dream academy to hearn.  Jax  has the most important thing.  His Mom’s heart.   Being in our Mom’s heart is a wonderful place to be.  And we fill those hearts with joy but sometimes we fill them with sadness and worry too.  We never want to do it..  But it happens. Our beautiful sweet friend Daisy has filled her Mom’s heart with worry and sadness when Daisy tore

Scene:  Foley has led a group of new angels to her Mom’s house to assume bodies of butterflies and work on their flying.  They have all assumed bodies and are ready to take flight. “Alright everyone first we need to do a flight check.  Look around, check your wings, make sure they are in a locked and upright position.  Okay check the wind, you don’t want to get caught in a breeze.  OK squadron get ready for lift off. “All right try to stay in a tight formation.  Nigel, get your left wing up you’re straying out of position.  Good man.  Reyah you are doing good.  Keep your eyes locked on the target.  We want to land on the butterfly bush.  You will love the smells.  Logan don’t go into the bird bath.  Pull up!  Pull up!  Oh man Labs!    They always go for the water. “OK Logan climb up on the sides and push off like you would getting out of your own pool.  Good boy.  Now where is Blazer?  Blazer?  Oh there you are.  Hey, stop pollinating that flower!  You have skipped way ahead i

I meet a lot of dogs here who I don’t know (but as soon as they become angels they become friends because all angels are friends.)  Once we learn their names and their parents’ names my crack staff, led by Blazer and Simon, begin looking for their parents so we can reunite them.    If we know the pups we can arrange for their Moms to be there to meet them.  Usually it is dogs we don’t know who are waiting for their humans.  But this week something happened we did not expect.  A Mom we did not know came to wait for a dog we didn’t know. She had crossed over to human section of the immortal side.  Instead of staying with the humans she came over to our place.  Seeing a human without a dog here is very strange.  She didn’t say much.  She just sat with us and gave us nice scratches and sweet pats. When we asked her why she was there she would only say she was waiting for someone.  She never sought shelter, and never strayed too far from the top of Enzo’s escalator where pups ge

It is summer in the Northern Hemisphere and it gives us angels a chance to fly down and visit our loved ones.  It is too early in the year for us to assume the bodies of our favorites, butterflies, so we have to find less beautiful bodies to occupy.  Lately I have been using moths.  They are similar to butterflies although nowhere near as pretty and if I don’t concentrate hard to maintain the moth’s body I end up crashing into a lightbulb. Us angels can take over almost any body but some are more difficult than others.  Birds are almost impossible.  They refuse to give up control of their bodies and when even when we get control they take over again and scare the crap out of us by dive bombing toward the ground. We do have rules about what bodies we will inhabit.  The first one is nothing that bites because we hate anything that causes pain and the second one is no buzzing because after a while that buzzing will drive you crazy.  I think that is why houseflies always seem to linge

Last week we were in our stroller supervising Mommy cleaning the outside windows when, with our super secret hearing, we heard a terrible buzzing.  We ignore lots of insects because they could be angels.  But buzzing insects are never angels.  That constant buzzing drives them crazy. We looked by the kitchen window that Mommy was about to spray and saw the exhaust vent for the stove fan..  Tucked inside was a big wasp’s nest.  We barked and barked because we know wasps get vicious when they are sprayed.  Mommy saw it, thanked us, and we went inside. When Daddy got home from work and Mommy told him about the wasp’s nest his face turned white  He went outside and looked at the nest and came back in even whiter.  I am very in tune with human emotions as his emotion as that he wanted no part of that wasp’s nests But he knew he was the man of the house, at least since Foley went to the Bridge (she was a tough little lollipop) and he was the one who had to deal with the nest.   My p

Yesterday we had a very important birthday here at Rainbow Bridge.  Tanner Bub, the dog that brought so many of us together, and for whom we named the Tanner Brigade, celebrated what I believe was his 19th birthday and his sixth at Rainbow Bridge.   Every year Tanner’s party grows because more of his friends join us on the immortal side of the River. Sitting next to him at the head of the table was his wife, the beautiful Sophie Bub.  Before we began eating we raised a glass to all the friends who just joined us and all the friends we left behind. For those of you unfamiliar with Tanner’s tail he was one of my best friends on Doggyspace in 2007.  We were all happy there and then the management began to make some changes including dissolving groups among them Tanner’s Yellow Lab group.  Tanner complained about his group being deleted and he got labeled an agitator. Shortly after that Tanner got diagnosed with terminal cancer.  His Mom was distraught over the thought of losing

Sunday will mark my 15th birthday, or, as it has been commonly called since my passing to the immortal side of the river of life three years ago:  Foley Monster Day.  This is a day to celebrate the love between humans and their dogs.  There is no mourning or sadness allowed on Foley Monster Day.  Only love, good memories, and laughter. I was born in July 5, 2000.  I had humble beginnings.  I was born as part of a litter of four on a farm in central Massachusetts.  There were lots of dogs on the farm, some really big, and it was there that I learned size means nothing.  I had no problem, even in my first weeks, bossing the big dogs around. My first Mom was, no word of a lie, a deaf mute.  For eight blessed weeks all I heard was the pleasant sound of dogs barking.  Then one day her daughter came, and then a man and a woman and they started talking!  As God as my witness I thought humans couldn’t speak. My brothers and sisters were around me, and we were all equally startled, but

There have been so many instances of dogs, owned by bad humans, either being in life threatening situations, like being locked in a car on a hot day, or doing something very bad, like attacking our friend Cinnamon or other pup friends, and I wonder where these dogs come from.  There are no such dogs on Tanner Brigade, Facebook or in the Blogville.   I did several Internet searches with no success until I found Bizarro Doggie World.  It is like the sites we belong to, but, as it is with Superman, in the Bizarro Doggie World everything is the opposite. Here is one post: By Dumbledore “Today I had a great time.  I got to go to the mall with Mommy.  It was kind of hot so Mommy left the window open a crack when she went inside.  I had such a good time alone in the hot car.  When Mommy finally came outside I was lying in the back seat, panting hard and had thrown up a little.  Mommy called me a silly baby and gave me a kiss.  When we got home I drank an entire bowl o