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Ice Wind is our April 30, 2017 Pup of the Week

Pintus and Rain loved one another as siblings for many years, and they arrived at the Bridge within a year of one another.  This left their mother Miss Marisela and their brother Junior with only one another to comfort each other. They knew their mom and Junior needed another dog but, like all angels, they had to convince their moms that she was ready, and then they had to find the right dog, and make sure the new dog would get along with Junior.  It was a monumental task.  But there is never a task too hard for motivated angels. Pintus and Rain devoted two hours a day to interview dogs, but they could never come across the right one.  They were both very worried. Then they met a beautiful black and white terrier.  They knew that he would be perfect for their mom.  Now they needed to convince their mom to go to the adoption event where this little boy was waiting. They asked Junior to convince her to go.  “If I could convince her to go anywhere she wouldn’t visit anywhere bu

Tails From Rainbow Bridge: The Summer of Jake

On Sunday I wrote about the little pup who lived with mommy for a few days and inspired her to be the great dog mom she is today.   Within three years of meeting that little dog, mommy, who was now married to daddy, got her Shih Tzu Blake, and a few years later me.  But that skips over the Summer of Jake. Mommy has three children.  Child number two, at 18, got married and moved to South Dakota with her husband, who was beginning a short stint in the Air Force.  While they were living at Edward’s Air Force Base, they adopted a Lab mix named Jake. One summer second daughter’s husband got assigned to a base in Saudi Arabia.  This was pre 9/11 so, while his service was greatly appreciated, his work with the ground crew was not life threatening.  But second daughter was distressed.  She needed to come home to mom, and she needed to bring Jake. Mommy did not want a big, shedding dog, who spent most of his time outside, in her house making everything dirty.  She suggested that th

River Song and the troublesome lawn mower

All winter I could not wait to get outside and begin supervising my parent's landscaping.  Winter is cold and dark. We remember the warm, sun-filled days fondly.  While I sat, hogging mom’s lap, as the snow snapped against the windows and cold air seeped through crevices all I recalled our Monday garden days and the beautiful flowers. When the perennials burst from the soil summoning the warmer air, I was thrilled.  The first time our pink stroller was unfolded, Pocket and I were lifted, then placed inside, and safely zippered in, I settled down awaiting the scent of lovely flowers to waft past my nose and the beautiful butterflies to flutter down on our soft enclosure. I had forgotten what preceded all of that.  Before Romeo and Juliet was first performed men long forgotten built the sets with no fanfare.  Before the many flowers that will fill out six gardens can be planted my parents have to do the hard work of preparation. The lawn is as important as the gar

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You wouldn't believe what I had to do to get a pillow

Monday Question

What are your grooming habits?  Do you go to the groomers?  What is your bathing schedule?  Do you have any other secrets?  Our answer:   We have been going to our groomers, Groomingdales, since before Foley was born.  The groomers helped us find River Song.  Her ex-boyfriend lives there.  We get bathed, usually, once a week.

Temporarily Winnie is our April 23, 2017 pup of the week

We all love when dogs are reunited with their frantic parents.  Usually, some stranger finds the dog and cares for it until a mother and child reunion occurs.  We rejoice in their joy.  But what about the strangers. On a Tuesday Eve L. Ewing saw a beautiful dog weaving in and out of traffic on the west side of Chicago.  She stopped her car, coaxed the stray inside and brought her home. When Eve got home, she found the dog’s chip registry collar.  Eve called the number and was told they knew the date and location of the chip’s insertion but had no owner information.  Eve called the location where the dog got her chip, and they had no record of putting a chip in a dog that day.   The dog was happily investigating Eve’s apartment.  When Eve sat down the dog jumped in her lap and laid down.  Eve began calling her Winnie after Winnie Mandela. One thing that applies to all us dogs:  Once we enter your home’s we enter your heart’s.  Winnie had captured Eve’s heart. Eve was still

Flowers for Dory

Here are some flowers in tribute to our beautiful friend Dory

Tails From Rainbow Bridge: A Shared World

I am used to getting prayers about tomorrow:  Please let the surgery go well tomorrow, please let me pass my test tomorrow, please let her tell me that she loves me tomorrow, but lately I have started to get prayers about tomorrow, and these prayers are asking that tomorrow comes. I don’t know why man created a bomb that could kill the planet.  One theory is that humans, in their never ending quest to save the world, and their uncontrollable instinct to do things backward, created a weapon capable of destroying the world to save the world.  As with most things humans, their plan backfired. Now lots of countries have lots of bombs that can end the world all believing these weapons will keep them safe.  It is like setting the kitchen on fire to save the living room without realizing that it will burn the entire house down. A group of dogs is a pack; a group of cats is a clowder, a group of cows is a herd, and a group of people with power but always seeking more is called a gove

Call Pocket the Midwife

When I was a young dog, living in Foley’s shadow, trying to measure up to my famous sister, the attorney, I made claims that I was a doctor.  I even placed ads on animal social networking sites.  I soon learned the only reason Foley let me practice medicine was that she was cleaning up on malpractice suits.  I immediately took down all the ads and stopped my medical career. At least I thought I took down all the ads.  I had advertised on individual zoo sites about being a midwife.  There, it remained without response, until last weekend. I got a message from April the giraffe, who needed a midwife.  I tried telling her I was no longer practicing but have you ever tried to reason with a giraffe in the midst of a two-month long labor? I dug out Foley’s codes to download herself through the Internet tubes, and I punched them into the computer, then jumped on the keyboard, and was transported to April’s exhibit. She was walking around in tremendous pain.  “Midwife Pocket,

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What are you looking at me for?  The thing just blew it's brains out!  I didn't do nuthin' you hear me.  You don't have a shred of evidence.  

Pups of the Week: Easter Prayers

Today is Easter Sunday.  I have some readers who go the Church every Sunday, I have some readers who do not, and I have some who are chreasters and only go to Church on Christmas and Easter.  But I know everyone believes in prayers.  I think that the Big Guy has to grant prayer request on this holiest of days and I ask for prayers for the following friends. We pray for two of our favorite pups, Pepper and her sister JuJu.  Pepper has lost nearly half of her kidney function.  The doctor thinks that Pepper can have a year to two, but those might not be quality years.  Please pray to give Pepper many more good days and that her kidneys keep functioning. Ju Ju has a tear in one of her chordal attachments.  She needs to be checked out again in three months.  There is no way to repair this.  We pray that Ju Ju’s heart does not become weaker and she and Pepper stay with their mom for many more years. We pray for sweet Ruger.  Something has poor Ruger very upset.  He has been tremblin

Tails From Rainbow Bridge: Looking for the Great Bear

I have been asked to pray for lots of requests and have always found a way to at least try to accommodate my friends. But last week my friends Enzo, Maya, and Molly had a unique request. They were being terrorized by a wild, 300-pound bear, who was hungry, desperate, and breaking into houses in their quiet mountain town. Enzo asked me to talk to the Great Bear at Rainbow Bridge. He wanted me to persuade Great Bear to reason with the marauding bear and leave their snow covered, no summer allowed, quiet mountain town in peace. I had never said no to a prayer request before, but honestly, this one gave me pause. I may have been a five-pound whirlwind of daring-do and terror, but I had never gone up against a bear, not Pooh, not Yogi, not Gentle Ben, none of them. Bears are bad for your health, even if you are immortal. But a Yorkshire Terrier can never refuse a favor during Passover. I put on my snowshoes and journeyed up the mountain into bear territory. I came upon a sleuth o

Beauty in Memory of Sugar

River Song Finds Spring

After eight months of winter, I had finally reached my freezing point.  I wanted spring, and I wanted it now. After three winters in the Northeast I have learned what brings spring:  Flowers.  I was sick of the flowers staying in the ground.  It was time for a flower pep talk. One morning Pocket and I were brought out on our leads for an opening pee.  Pocket sniffed around the grass looking for the proper spot.  I slipped into the garden and looked down at the flowers. “Alright you lazy bums,” I barked.  “You listen to me.  It is time for you to stop hiding under the ground and show yourselves.  I know the world is a scary place and none of us know if the sun is going to rise tomorrow but if I have to be here then so do you.  So help me God, if I don’t see some buds tomorrow, I am digging you up myself.”  Then I peed on them like a blackmailing Russian hooker. The next morning I revisited the garden.  I didn’t see any sprouts.  I was ready to lay paw into the garden.  Then

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"So, you were at work all night?  Well, I called work and no one has seen you since 5:00 PM.  Now you come home reeking of Tropiclean and Greenies.  Why don't you tell me what is going on?"

Monday Question

What was the last thing you found and brought to your parents as a gift?  We are not hunters.  The best we can do is the napkins River tears up and the socks she finds on the floor.

Miracle is our April 9, 2017 pup of the week

As Angels we often have to pray for a miracle, but seldom have we had to pray for a dog named Miracle. This story goes all the way back to December.  Miracle, a pitbull mix, was living in an abandoned factory in Orangeburg South Carolina. The warehouse caught fire.  Miracle was found limping down the road near the burning factory.  She was picked up by a passerby and brought to animal control.   They examined her and determined that she had a broken leg and she was producing milk.  Somewhere Miracle had puppies that needed to be located.   The animal control officer called the fire department and asked if he could take Miracle to the warehouse to find her pups.   The officer was told that the warehouse was not safe.  The officer had to wait four days before he could bring Miracle back to the building in search of her puppies.  They held out little hope that the pups had survived the fire. Miracle was put on the ground near the warehouse.  Miracle turned and walked towards th