Skip to main content


Showing posts from March, 2016

River Song's Tax Return

It is that time of year again:  Tax time.  I hate doing my taxes but I don’t want to get in trouble with the government.  This year I decided to do the taxes myself and not go to H&R Bark.  Hopefully I have kept all my receipts and won’t get audited.  I am asking my friends to please review my return and let me know if I have done anything wrong.  Thank you. For Tax Purposes Only Last Name:  Song       First Name:  River Address:  Mom’s lap or bed. Filing Status:  Unwilling Dependents:  Mom.  Dad.  Pocket Dog Income: Kibbles:         63,145 kibbles Treats:             2,190.00 treats Banana slices         670.00 Apples slices           715.00 Carrot pieces          112.00 Cheese:                     51 slices Turkey                       20 pounds Chicken                  6 pounds Belly rubs         937 Head scratches     1,719 Walks             289 Kisses             16,380 Hugs             14,212 Stuffies         36 To

Wordless Wednesday

Beat This Caption

Bitch stole my seat

Pup of the Week: Sarah Jane

Through history humans have accidentally provided dogs with many gifts.  They think they are discovering inventions for their own benefit but repeatedly these innovations profit their four legged angels.  Cars, refrigeration, air conditioning:  All created for humans but appreciated by dogs. Arguably the invention that has most benefited dog?  The Internet. I did not truly appreciate cyberspace until I crossed  the Bridge.  It was here that I encountered dogs who had lived with no access to the Superhighway.  Their friends were their neighbors, their family members, and if they were lucky dogs they met at the park or pup care. I have hundreds of friends.  Years ago we were all gathered in the same cyberspace playground named Doggyspace and it seemed like everyone had thousands of close friends who they barked with everyday.  We look back on those days so fondly.  Maybe they weren’t as special as we remember but it sure seems like everyday was magic. Like every

Tails From Rainbow Bridge: Spring Training

Enough with this winter I say!  Although it has been mild and basically snow free at my Mom’s house, except for the school canceling, work delaying, super spring Northeaster of the century that pounded our little home with almost three inches of snow, I am ready for spring because spring is the time when I can borrow the bodies of hummingbirds, butterflies and other flying creatures to flitter down to Mom’s house and watch over her and, if I am lucky be able to land on her shoulder and touch her skin, smell her hair, and find the peace I have missed for so long. Mother Nature has become indifferent and requires coaxing to change seasons .  She lives on the mountain, a few steps below the Big Guy.  I fly there, enter her beautiful abode, lie on my back and let her rub my tummy.  I believe she finds this comforting.  (I know I do.)  A comforted Mother Nature is less likely to become angry and create storms plus she is more malleable to an early season change. Confide

Things I am Afraid of By Pocket Dog: The Kitchen

In contemplating my blogging responsibility for this week I considered listing everything that scares me but after toiling for three days like a venerable monk copying the old Testament with a quill pen I realized the work would consume the rest of my days so I picked one topic to expand upon. And that topic is the kitchen. I do not fear an inactive kitchen when the plates are locked up, the mugs carefully hung on their tree, and the utensils stacked peacefully.  But when Mommy frees the plates, plucks the mugs and unsettles the utensils I begin to tremble as my serenity and backbone are reduced to Jello. I do not like noise!  Plates clashing with countertops, glasses clapping together, a sharp knife slicing through fresh vegetables and landing on wooden cutting boards, blenders whirring, slicing and mixing, fusing together and creating the sound of chaos which equals danger. I know dogs from the time the first animal was cleaned and the first vegetable ha

Wordless Wednesday

Pup of the Week: Baby Chloe

Dogs, either on the mortal or immortal side of the Bridge, are angels.  When we are on the mortal side we provide unconditional love to humans.  We inspire smiles when our parents are blue and we always make them feel loved.  We are their servants on Earth. When we pass over to the immortal side we become spiritual angels.  The task is much harder.  Our love is a spark forever lit in our parents hearts but it is often drown by waves of sorrow.  When our parents’ minds are clear in the moments just before sleep when all life’s drama falls away like sawdust our paws once again caress their cheeks and our bodies can be felt next to them.  But slumber is like an eraser:  All the memories of our return are wiped away when they awaken. I have said that we dogs require nothing in return although I may have been modest in my claims.  We do demand attention, food and walks and our failure to curb our enthusiasm can be exhausting to the most devoted parent. What we don’t