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    Dogs are not very good at recognizing our living conditions.  We only have eyes for our parents.  That is why homeless dogs never leave.  All that matters is being with them, even if that means sleeping on the sidewalk.     Dallas was one of those dogs.  He adored his mom and paid no attention when she aged, her mental condition deteriorated, and she became a hoarder. Although the house was packed to the point Dallas couldn’t find bare floor, and her teeth rotted in her head, while her fur came matted, when she was next to her mom, everything else melted away.     Recently, Dallas’s mom became quite ill.  She was admitted to the hospital, then told to go home, which proved to be a fatal error, because she passed away a few days later.  Luckily, a relative was checking the house and found her.  The relative called the medical examiner, and then she took Dallas home with her, but only temporarily.     The woman loved Dallas, but she had a dog who could be aggressive around other

  I always celebrate how terrific dogs are. But, some of us do bad things. The worst sin is attacking a dog and sending them to the Bridge. We are not human. We do not take the life of another member of our species regularly. When it happens, the aggressor usually follows their victim to the Bridge, put down by humans. Is the killer dog allowed at the Bridge? And, what happens when he meets the dog whose life he ended? It is a complicated issue.   This past week, in Australia, a tiny dog named Rubin was happily walking down the street, on a leash, with his parents. A large bulldog called Kaos broke free of his parents’ grasp and attacked Rubin, biting and shaking him for more than five minutes before they got Rubin loose. His parents rushed Rubin to the hospital. The vets worked hard to save the smaller dog, but there was too much damage. Rubin passed to the Bridge, much before his time.   The authorities came for Kaos. He found himself in quarantine. A short time later, h

  My parents are starting to go out more.  I don’t know if it is any safer out there, but regular schedules are being adhered to again.  My Dad even went back to work, although he has to wear a mask more than Johnny Bench. When my parents both go out, they assume River and I wait in the house but somedays my sly sister has other ideas.     On Saturday, my parents went out, and once their car disappeared around the corner, River freed me from my crate and told me to follow her.  I knew this was a bad idea, having been dragged on many a foolish Foley adventure, but I went along because I am the big sister and obligated.  River said we were going into the woods surrounding our development to find where the turkeys’ nest is, and locate the golden egg, a legend in Brussels Griffon circles going back to their origins.       We snuck out the front door, and crossed the road, went through neighboring back yards, and then crept down a path into the woods, where the turkeys nested.  River rem

 

   Mom!  Come look!  I told you she wanted to kill me.  She's doing it!  

  How do you react when you see a strange human.  Do you go to them, hide from them, jump on them, bark at them, wait patiently for them to come to you?  Please let us know.  

  There are some people who deserve nothing but good, and others who, if a bird pooped on their head every day for a month, it wouldn’t be enough bad tidings to equal the evil they produced.  Our Aunt Jane Marinello warrants more good than any human I have barked about.      Unbeknownst to her, she belongs to two Hall of Fames at the Bridge.  She is in the dog mom and the rescuer halls and is very deserving of both accolades.  Not only did she mold two pups, Jackson and Morgan, into being angels that we all look up to and love dearly, but she has also helped dogs find their forever homes.  None more deserving than Mattie.     Several years ago, Jane befriended a woman who had rescued a sweet little boy named Mattie.  While she cared for the pup, his mom didn’t provide for him, and Mattie was in a bad way.  His mom was in her last days, and Jane took care of her and promised to provide for Mattie when that day arrived.      Mattie was crushed when his mom proceeded to the Bridge, bu

  I believe we little dogs have an advantage over large ones when it comes to being adopted.  We live longer, and we are easier to care for.  Plus, huge dogs take enormous craps that weigh six pounds.  The only way big dogs get picked is if someone is looking for that particular breed, or there is something extraordinary about them.     Very few breeds are as big as mastiffs, which is horrible news for Charlie, who was brought to the shelter after his owner went to the Bridge.  The people at the rescue thought Charlie was the sweetest boy who loved to cuddle, but he was never picked.   I wish people understood that big dog's matter.     Charlie had prayed to various angels with no progress.  Then his prayers crossed my desk.  I spoke to the other angels and found out what they had attempted.  It was apparent that something drastic needed to be done.  I dream whispered to the producers at a local news station about Charlie, and they became inspired to air a story about him.  Once

  I was out in the yard, doing my business, when I spotted my rival, the beagle across the street, getting into a car with his parents.  He was probably going on a road trip to pee on a lawn down the Cape.  Good riddance, I thought.  At least my property would be free of his hideous pee for a day.  I was sitting in the living room when I heard a car door shut across the street and ran to my window to bark at the dog to keep off my lawn.  I saw his parents get out of the vehicle, but not him.  I figured he was having a spa day.  That was good.  He gave off a horrific odor. I fell asleep and must have missed it when he came home.  But, I knew his morning pee time, and I was up and in my window before it occurred.  The beagle didn’t come out all morning.  Then I saw his parents come and go alone.  My heart started beating rapidly, and I experienced that sick, worried feeling in my belly.  When I saw his dad sadly walking by himself, I knew what had happened.  The beagle would never pee

 

I am a tea cup!  Not a coffee cup!    

  I know, because our parents are obsessed with us, that there are lots of things inside your homes, that represent their pets.  Is there anything outside?  We have a Brussels Griffon lawn flag, a big Yorkie flag, and two decals on the windows of our car.  There is also a Griffon decal on our window, and Mommy wears a Griffon mask when she goes out of the house.  I think that's everything. 

  When we angels help a dog get adopted, we think our work is done, but sometimes adoption is just the beginning of the problems, not the end.   An Australian Sheperd named Sofa had been praying to us to find the perfect person to adopt her out of the shelter.  It took us a few weeks to find a gentleman who we knew she would love, and he would reciprocate.  Using dream whispers, we led the man to the shelter.  When he saw the dog, he knew she was his soul mate. He filled out the papers and took Sofa from the shelter  We chalked it up as another job well done.   The first thing her dad wanted to do was to give Sofa a walk.  He knew it had to be driving the Australian shepherd crazy not to sniff the wondrous scents on the ground and in the air.  That was his first gift to her.   There are many predators that prey on dogs, and one of the worst is the uneducated, irresponsible owner.  Sofa and her new dad came in contact with one of them, who had let his large dog run unleashed.  It

  There is nothing I desire more than making a perfect union between a human and a dog, especially when they both need saving.  If one of them is a child, it is even more satisfying.  This week I was able to do that.       I got a prayer request from a sweet boy named Bentley in Michigan.  He was born with a birth defect that made him incapable of eating.  His parents had to put food in his mouth and then hold it shut, so his body did not reject the nourishment.  He has had two surgeries, and he has gotten stronger, but the defect left him with a cleft lip.      Be cause of Bentley’s medical issues, he had a hard time making friends.  He prayed that he could have a dog because they accept and love humans no matter what problems or disfigurements they had.  Bentley was a wise boy.         I wanted to find Bentley, a perfect dog, and I located him in a shelter in nearby Michigan.  What made this pup an excellent choice is that he, too, had a cleft lip.  Not only would Bently be ge

  I am proud to announce that Tails From Rainbow Bridge:  Pups We Lost in 2018 and 2019 is finally available to purchase by clicking the link HERE .  It was a long, twisted route to get this book in print, including subterfuge and me impersonating my sister.      Foley has always used Kindle self-publishing to print her books.  She does the writing, and it is up to me to do the hard part, making sure every story begins on a new page, that the picture is under the title and no on the next page, and that they are not too large.  I tell you, writing is the easy part.  Formatting is hell.     This year Angel Copper told Foley that he would be happy to edit the book, which I am sure everyone who had read Foley’s posts when they were first printed knows is a godsend.  Copper is a fantastic editor, and he improved the book immensely.       Once all the edits were made, the book was formatted; an advanced copy was printed and approved by Foley, I informed via e-mail that we were requesting