Sunday, December 5, 2021

Baarney Secretly Crosses the Bridge and Finds his Mom a Raalphie

 

There was no fanfare when Baarney crossed the Bridge, as he requested.  He came at night, in secret, to protect his mom.  After nearly 17 years, Baarney left his sister Tabaatha, his partner in the Laambies, his mother Patricia, and his father, Robin.    After his last heartbeat rang across the world, he arrived at the Bridge, insisting that his appearance would be on the down-low except for a few close friends.  He correctly believed that being an original DS dog with hundreds of friends, when news spread of his passing, it would create countless tears, and people would tenderly reach out to his mom with the best of intentions.  But sometimes, a wave, even created by tenderness, is too strong to bear.  That is why Baarney hid to protect his mom and let the word of his angeldom spread slowly.  

It is challenging for a new angel.  They miss their parents with the same intensity that the grieving humans mourn them.  We try to keep new angels busy, so they do not slip into a depression.  But, Baarney insisted on being alone. He stayed in a room at Tommy Tunes' mansion.  It was so big he could have a whole wing to himself and not be detected.  I checked on him every morning.  He thanked me for coming, then dismissed me because he was busy.  At what? I wondered.

I would soon find out.  Baarney knew his parents were grievously hurt and that the only thing that could cure such sorrow was a new dog.  Baarney's task was arduous because his mom wanted another Bedlington, a rare breed and a male.  The odds of meeting this specific requirement were monumental.  

But, Baarney has proven to be a wizard in lamb's clothing.  It was not long before he found Raalphie, who needed a new family.  Baarney knew within the first five minutes of their meeting that he had found the right dog.  He used two of an angel's most fantastic tricks:  Dream dates and persuasion.  Soon, his parents welcomed Raalphie into the family.

Raalphie has proven to be the perfect remedy for a broken heart, thanks to the many hours a solitary Baarney counseled him, and he gave his mom the strength to tell everyone of Baarney's passing.   The tears will still come, as her friends tell her how much they loved her special boy, she will have Taabitha and Raalpie to comfort her.  You need love to combat grief, and her two pups will provide her with plenty.

When news of Baarney's arrival swept across the Bridge, hundreds of angels came to greet him and tell him how much he meant to them and speak of their undying love.  It will help Baarney combat his grief too.

Friday, December 3, 2021

Thursday, December 2, 2021

The Christmas Mouse

 

 I have had many prayer requests from odd animals before, but I have never received one from a mouse until today.

The mouse was outside in the cold and dark.  It needed to find a new home.  I asked what caused him to be in this predicament, and this was his answer:

"This summer, I needed a new place to live. I noticed a shed next to a house. I slipped inside and saw plastic tubs piled one on top of the other. Curious, I climbed to the top.

"At the very top was a tub with a folding lid.  I burrowed in and found ribbons, strings, and plastic figurines.  At that moment, I realized I was the luckiest mouse around.  I had stumbled upon the perfect place to make a new home.

"It took me a day to chew through the strings and gather the ribbons to make me a proper nest, which I built snuggly in one of the many compartments that separated the trinkets.  My nest was on the top floor, the second was for food storage, and the third was to hide when the humans came into the shed.   Luckily, they never detected the presence of my luxury apartment.  When they stopped working in the garden for the year, I thought I was safe for the winter.

"There were bird feeders near the shed, and all I had to do was sneak ten feet across the yard, fill my mouth with them and bring it back to my deluxe apartment.   I had piles of it stored up until spring.

"I was sitting down to my Thanksgiving feast when suddenly the shed door opened, my tub was picked up, and moved into the porch.  Nothing else happened, and I took this as a bit of good luck.  It was a lot warmer on the patio.

"Four days later, the tub was moved again, this time into the warm house.  But, it wasn't a bit of good fortune.  They opened the tub lid, and the humans found my nest and little piles of bird food scattered in the compartments. Thankfully, they were not at the higher intelligence end for their species because, while they could tell from things being chewed that something had been in the tub, they thought the creature had fled.  Little did they know I had just taken refuge on the first floor.

"I stayed low, trembling, as the trinkets were removed and hung on a tree. What kinds of barbarians were these people?  I went to a corner of the tub and tried to hide.  Finally, the woman removed the last level, and I was exposed. At first, she thought I was a fuzzy ornament,t then that I was dead until I looked up, smiled, and said, "Hiya, Sweetie."

"She screamed, then I did too, and a man came from another room and told her to close the lid.   He picked up the tub and, while I hoped I would be brought back to the shed, once we got outside, he turned the tub sideways, kicked it once, and I hurried out, evicted from my home, just before Christmas.  There ought to be a law!"

You will be pleased to know I made a little nest for the mouse next to the heater underneath the kitchen.  As long as Ugly Joan does not patrol the underworld, he can still get his food from the birdfeeder and be safe from prey.  

And, when spring comes, he will crawl up the wall, find a crack in the floor, climb inside, and run across the floor because that will be his revenge.

You can't kick a mouse out of his home before Christmas.

Tuesday, November 30, 2021

Monday, November 29, 2021

Monday Question

 

Are your parents decorating for Christmas this year, and is there a decoration for you, or  a sibling, or angel?

Sunday, November 28, 2021

Abbie and the Blogville Library

 

Being a dog means you have a lot of downtimes. We are content with sitting near a human in a state of perfect zen. But, sometimes, zen is dull. Time would have passed quicker if we learned to read.

When we arrive at the Bridge, we become fully formed, able to speak with all other creatures and walk on our hind legs, if we choose. Also, we are blessed with the ability to read, which I have taken full advantage of.

That is why I frequent the Blogville library founded by Barkley the Lab, who was drawn to the profession because his mother, L.B. Johnson, had written a popular book and blog about him. When Barkley came to the Bridge, he opened the library in tribute to his mom. I owe her a debt of thanks. Without her inspiring Barkley, I never would have borrowed books from the library and discovered worlds I never knew existed.

Two weeks ago, I went into the library and found books piled up on the floor and some of the shelves barren. I asked Barkley what was wrong, and he said he had been awake for days trying to keep up with the new arrivals and returns. I suggested he hire help. After thinking it over, Barkley agreed it was a great idea.

Barkley was succeeded in his family by Abbie, who also became famous thanks to her mom's writings. She was 15, a ripe old age for a lab, but she thought she had plenty of heartbeats leftover and was surprised when Barkey appeared to her and said it was time to go to the Bridge. She hated to leave her mom, but she was getting weaker and concluded it was her time.

Barkley had arranged for me to meet Abbie at the library and swear her in on the steps. Then they hurried inside, where Abbie got a look at the books. "We need to get to work; you know the Dewey decimal system don't you?"

Abbie grew suspicious. Did her brother bring her here just because he needed library help? She pointedly asked him that question, and he insisted he was innocent and then showed her the mice he had hired to help him. "I am sorry, my sister, but it was your time. I even asked for more heartbeats for you but was told no. I wouldn't hurt you or our mom, just for help at work."

I had overheard their conversation and backed Barkley's version of events. Abbie said she was sorry. Then they started working on the books. They both knew that the pair of them and books were three things their mom loved. They made sure they put their paw prints in each one, so, when their mom read it, she would feel their love, just as she had poured so much love for them into her words.

Books don't hold just information and stories, but souls

Friday, November 26, 2021

Foley Fails to Welcome Two Cats to Rainbow Bridge

 


There have been so many new angels this month that I can miss their arrival if the Powers That Be do not assign swearing-in duties to me.  That happened to two cats from the same family this week.  And, I am not proud of the way I discovered my error.

Cats are welcome to live with us at Doggyspace Villiage if they have pup siblings, and we do not stop dogs who want to room with their cat siblings in Kittyspace Villiage.  But, unlike the occupants of Blogville, where all animals are welcome, we are suspicious when we see an unaccompanied cat lurking along the border.

I was up early in the morning taking a walk when I saw two cats creeping across the wet grass.  I immediately thought they were sneaking in to steal some of our kibbles, so I charged at them, barking and flashing my fangs.  The cats stopped and began laughing, which was quite emasculating.  

"You shouldn't be here unless you are with a dog!" I said suspiciously.

"We are visiting our brother," the black one answered.  

"I know all the dogs here, as well as their siblings, and you aren't one of them."

"We are new arrivals.  I am Sambo and came to the Bridge after 19 years because my mom could no longer see me suffer from dementia.  When  I arrived, I was reunited with my memories.  A few days later, the seizure monster attacked my brother Garfield, and he came here after suffering a hundred of them in one night.   Tilly invited us to live with him here."

"Ha!" I said. "I know for a fact that you and Tilly are not siblings!" I said confidently.

"Yes, they are," Tilly, who had appeared behind me, said.  "I know you are busy and missed their arrival.  Also, I have been away.  
It has been the worst possible time for my family.  Not only have Sambo and Garfield passed, but COVID has destroyed my father's family, claiming his mother, brother, and aunt.  I welcomed them and have been trying to help my family settle here at the Bridge and ease my parents' burden.  Now I am going to help my cat siblings."

I knew two things.  Tilly was the most extraordinary angel ever, and I was a true crap puppy.  I apologized to the cats and welcomed them.  I promised I would do anything needed to help their transition.  They forgave me because being merciful is something their parents instilled in them.

Then coming over the rise, I saw their grandmother, aunt, and uncle.  All three angels ran to the humans and were picked up and snuggled.  

I knew the family was going through one of the worst times any family could experience.  But, they are strong and have mighty angels on their side.  

Still, I walked to our little church and said a prayer for the family.  I know they will escape their grief, but it will take a lot of faith, angels, and love.  

Thursday, November 25, 2021

On Thanksgiving



 

We had turkey

 

Watched the Cardinals play

 

Cleaned our plates

 

And fell asleep

Wednesday, November 24, 2021

Foley Welcomes Cruit to Rainbow Bridge

 

 There will come a time when all souls are here at the Bridge.  The Earth and the Sun are both living creatures with set life spans  When the day comes that one of them passes, all souls will file over the Bridge, which will become the land of Happily Ever After, as everyone will be with their loved ones for eternity with no worries.

Lately, it has seemed that pets could be facing the end times before the sun, planet, and humans.  My friends have been coming over the Bridge in record numbers.  Just when I think the flow has stopped, another one passes.  Not only has this been terrible for our friends, but their parents, who only have loneliness where their heart has been.  

The latest friend to take his last breath on the mortal side is my friend Cruit.  As was true with Lucy, who I wrote about previously,  Cruit was adopted, and he only had nine months with his family.  But, for Momma Rebecca and Dad Virgil, that nine months might have been nine years because they loved him with their hearts, and he returned it with every cell in his body.

When Cruit arrived in his new home, he met a sweet dog named Barney, his brother, and soon they developed an inseparable bond.  When Barney went to the Bridge, his parents were hit with a massive wave of grief, and they only survived because they had a life ring called Cruit.

When the Darkness came to bring Cruit to the Bridge, they sent the seizure monster after him.  It affected him on his favorite spot on the rug.  He stood, but his back end didn't comply, and his body began jerking back and forth, then he fell asleep, leaving his concerned parents fussing over him.

His parents took him to the vet, where he was diagnosed with Hemangiosarcoma and was internally bleeding.  It was the same reason that Barney had gone to the Bridge.  Sometimes ironies are particularly cruel.

His parents gave him the greatest gift of all and took all his pain from him and on to themselves, then let him go free, where he can return to the body of a young greyhound and run so hard he shakes the leaves from the trees.  

Barney joined him, and even though they had not been siblings for long, they joyfully greeted one another.  

Even though he was part of the family for less than a year, he has a forever home with Barney, and someday his parents.  

His parents gave Cruit two great gifts:  One was a home to live out his last mortal days, and another was a home for eternity.  Even though he just passed, he still considers himself to be the luckiest dog in the world.  

Tuesday, November 23, 2021

Monday, November 22, 2021

Monday Question

 

What is your position on kisses?

Do you like giving them?

Do you like getting them?…

Sunday, November 21, 2021

Nigel Helps Lucy Transition to the Bridge

No dog wants to come to the Bridge unless they have survived their humans' passing.  Sometimes they are so reluctant we have to send another dog to summons them.  When it was Lucy's time, and she did not appear, we sent Nigel, who selected Lucy and her sister Carli to replace him, to summon her.

When Carli found out that her heartbeats were expiring, the beautiful bulldog said she could make them last for another five years if she didn't breathe too often. Sadly, she was not the first near angel to try this, and we knew it was futile and would lead to a long, slow passing.  Nigel did not want that for one of the amazing girls who rebuilt their parent's hearts when he passed. And, he knew from personal experience you could not overstay your welcome on the mortal side.  

Nigel waited for when his parents were away from home, and then he appeared to his sisters as a ghost.  He could have done it with their parents there.  Humans are too far removed from the magical side of life to have recognized him, but they would have seen his sisters were up so something, causing Nigel to scurry away and Carli to suffer longer.

When Lucy saw Nigel, she knew why he was there and immediately told him that she would not be leaving with him.  She wanted more time with her parents, and she had a good reason for feeling slighted.  Although she was along in years for a boxer, she had only had five years with her parents; they adopted her as an adult.  

"I should have had more time," she says.  "It took me years to find the perfect parents, thanks to you.  I didn't expect a long tenure, but five years, it went by like a blink of an eye."

Nigel told her that was true, but everything happens for a reason, and her life led her to be ready for adoption when Nigel left because only she and Carli could have healed her parent's hearts, and that is all that matters.  Also, she shouldn't look at it as just five years because she would be part of the family for eternity, but she has to pass on when her times come or be sentenced to a lonely life as a spirit.

When her parents came home, there were remnants of life while her soul celebrated at the Bride.  She was rushed to the doctor, but they could not save little Lucy's body.  Luckily, her soul had been five years earlier, and she is forever part of their family.  

Hopefully, those words will comfort her parents at the saddest of times.

Friday, November 19, 2021

Arty Arrivers at Rainbow Bridge

 

 Arty traveled with his parents and sister Rosy on the mortal side. This week he made his final trip but had to make it alone.

Arty was one of our first and best, Blogville friends.  He is a darling black and white Shih Tzu who looked enough like my sister Blake to give me the warm fuzzies whenever I saw his smiling face.

Arty, Rosy, and his parents piled into their RV and visited the most beautiful areas of the western United States, and they shared their adventures with us daily on their blog.  It was like having the extraordinary privilege of traveling with them.

Before his traveling days, Arty served as Mayor of Blogville, making wise decisions and creating a place for dogs and their imaginations to thrive. Arty's election proved what a loved dog he is by those lucky enough to know him.

But most of all, Arty was a beloved family member who could spread joy with just a look.  His parents were wise enough to know you never take a smile for granted because they are all unique, and when they are gone, they won't shine on the mortal said again.

Arty's arrival was stunning, not just because it was unexpected but because of the manner used. Arty crossed the Bridge on the back of a white Mustang, firing his pistols in the air to announce his appearance.

Running to greet her brother was Dory, who preceded him at the Bridge. Arty slipped off his horse with more grace than any dog I have seen, and they hugged the stuffing out of one another.

Then came his Blogville friends, who welcomed Arty with hugs, tears, laughter, and kindness traits he had showered on them for ten years.

Having been a mayor, he was experienced in the swearing-in process, which occurred smoothly. When I was given a chance to speak with him at the colossal welcoming feast, he told me he had a message for his mom.

When a dog squirts a pee mail, they leave a bit of themselves behind, so wherever his parents go where he has peed, he will be there with them. The same goes for their yard and that spot in the RV that; his parents never noticed, which he left so he could always go with them.  

I had one more duty before the evening ended. I swore in Arty as Mayor of "Blogville at the Bridge" for as long as he wants to serve.  All the residents are excited about the beautiful events he will bring to their village, just as he had to the mortal side of Blogville.

Arty's arrival is a significant addition to the Angel side. Unfortunately, it came at a terrible cost for the mortal side.

Thursday, November 18, 2021

Grayce Arrives At Rainbow Bridge

 

Champions rise and fall, but all my good friend Graycee did was rise until, at three months shy of her fifteenth birthday, she rose to Rainbow Bridge.

Graycee lived not too far from me, on the other side of the Cape Cod Canal, which, in the summer, with only two bridges spanning the waterway, might as well have been the other side of the country.  

We both became very well-known dogs, me through writing, and Graycee by being a championship pup, winning competitions.  I never got a writer's ribbon, but Graycee had an entire wall of deserved championship rewards.

But, most of all, Graycee was a family dog, the leader of a pack of winners, and the apple of her mom's Joan's eye.  Grace and her Aunt Joan practiced a lot, but neither minded because it was their time together.  Graycee never won a ribbon because she strove to be the best, but because she knew it made her mom happy and proud.

Every dog is treated like a king when they pass over, but when a championship dog does, all the ribbons won suddenly appear in the trees. Other obedience dogs come to welcome their competitor.

There was a loud and moving howl of respect and sorrow when Graycee regally crossed over the Bridge.  She did not break training as she slowly walked to the stairs, then climbed them, showing perfect form.  It was not until I have Graycee the anget oath that she showed her emotions, which we caught between a laugh and a tear.

Once we completed the formalities, Graycee let her playful side shine through as she played with her family members, other competitors, and friends, both from the online world, and she met in person who preceded her to the Bridge.  They ran freely around the river, up the mountains, and through the valley.  

All those hours of training and competitions created an unbreakable bond between Graycee and her mom, and when the ties that bind are that strong, merely passing over the River of Life cannot break them.  All moms see their angels in their dreams, as other animals, or out of the corner of their eyes, but because of the strong bond, I am sure her mom will feel Graycee's presence all the time, and it will never leave.

Championships and ribbons are all well and good because they symbolize a dog's brilliance.  But nothing can trump the love and devotion between a mom and her dog or put asunder what Graycee and her mom feel for one another.

Wednesday, November 17, 2021

Pocket Welcomes Tuna of the Moon to Rainbow Bridge

 

 It is I, Pocket Dog, once again ably filling in for my sister Foley. I don't know what is happening on the mortal side, but we have had a rapid influx of friends at the Bridge. Maybe more angels are needed to help humans, or Santa needs us to help deliver gifts. Whatever the reason, we have been swamped, which is why Foley asked me to visit Tuna, one of the Trout Towne kitties, writers of one of my favorite blogs.

She had arrived a few hours before I visited her. I knew Tuna was very popular and had many predecessors, who wanted to greet her, and I did not want to elbow in on their greetings. I appeared after the large welcoming dinner and found her sitting on the ground, removing meat from a salmon bone.

I introduced myself to my online friend, who looked up at me and smiled. "Eye happy zee you Pocket," she said. "Zo manzee of me friendz have come to zee me, it meanz zoo much zat zay took zee time."

I smiled politely and wished I had brought my dog to cat dictionary. Tuna had a strong cat accent, and I had a bit of trouble understanding her. I looked down and saw the puddles. "Were there from tears?" I asked.

"Oh, yes, my Food Servizz gurl cried a zillion tearz when I pazzed, and ven zee told zeople about my pazzing they cried too, and there wuz a moonzoon of tearz."

I sniffed and found my Mom's tears, then put them in my pouch for safekeeping. There must have been 1,000 cats there, joyous at Tuna's arrival and grieving because they knew the pain that the ones left behind felt.

I asked him how he was adjusting. "I mizz my family and I makez my heart hurt, but eye have met zo many angelz, friendz, and family memberz. And get theze, eyemet Saint Francis, he wuz very zweet to me and told me I would never zee alone, afraid, or in pain again. Zweet deal"

There was one other sweet deal I could offer, Tuna. I said I could send one more message from her to her Mom. Tuna thought hard and said, "Thank you for a wonderful life; eye loves you with my heat and zoul."

Tuna's family members Sam, Little Joe, Jigz, Perky, Bonnie, and Dobie, told her they were taking her into her Mom's dreams to help heal her pain. "Herez eye come!" Tuna said. She thanked me and invited me to dinner later that week, which was very gracious.

I hope her Mom let the cats into her dreams or heard Tuna's message for her, which eased her pain. Eye know she lovez her tabbies.

Oh no, Tuna is rubbing off on me.


Sunday, November 14, 2021

Dooli Arrives At Rainbow Bridge

 


I have been an angel for a long time.  I came to the Bridge more than eight years ago.  I am approaching the tipping point: I will have been at the Bridge longer than I was mortal in five years.  In that time, I have learned never to be shocked when a friend passes over.  But, there will always be unpleasant surprises.

 
This week, when I got summoned to Hobo's Landing to swear a friend, I was stunned to see, beautifully walking over the Bridge, with her fur billowing in the wind, my friend Dooli.
 
I knew Dooli was a senior, having celebrated his 13th birthday earlier this year, an age I didn't reach.  I had not heard any chatter or received any prayers about him doing poorly except for arthritis and some hearing loss.     I wish I had known.  I would not have been able to change the outcome but could pave the way for my friend.
 
All dogs love life in the mortal world, but Dooli's seemed to be incredibly blessed, with loving parents, long walks, fun in the yard, a loving, playful sister in Dasy, and an idyllic life.  How could leaving them all behind, and arriving at the Bridge, hold a candle to his beautiful mortal existence?
 
Dooli leaves behind shattered and broken-hearted parents and Daisy, who is also in mourning.  She is going to have to put aside her grief to comfort her parents.  Because we dogs are open to the unexplainable, she will see and remember Dooli in her dreams.  But, it is not the same as being a constant presence.
 
When word spread of Dooli's arrival, the friends he made during his life and the angels who were blessed to live with his parents before he became part of the family.  They wanted to help Dooli find the beautiful smile he constantly wore with his parents, washed away in the sorrow he felt in losing his family.
 
Even without his usual happy face, Dooli still took our breath away with his natural beauty.  We angels knew where Dooli's smile was, still in his heart but covered with grief and sadness.  We welcomed him with hugs and kisses, then gave him a massive party.  Finally, some of the Golden Girls, and Labbies, who was born to run, engaged him, and Dooli was racing through the countryside, where he found his smile again.
 

He still wears it sporadically, always when visiting his mom's dreams or around other dogs, but it slips away when he is alone.  Smiles are like a broken limb.  It heals, but it takes time.  I can't wait for the day that Dooli's broken smile, and those of the people who loved him, shine brighter than the moon at dusk.

 

Friday, November 12, 2021

Dexter the Dog Who Walks on Two Legs

 



 I was worried when I got a request from Enzo on the Mountain for a meeting.  He is beloved by so many, and when the day comes that he passes over, there will be grief that can't be spoken.  I was grateful when I discovered, typical of Enzo that he wanted to see me about someone else, namely Dexter, the dog who walks on two legs.

He had read about Dexter and thought more people should learn his story.  I told him I would be honored to spread the word.

Dexter is a six-year-old Brittany Spaniel who walks Ouray in the shadow of the San Juan mountains on his hind legs like a human.  This unique talent has made him a cause celebre in his little western town.  

Dexter was not always a biped walker.  Five years ago, shortly after joining his forever family, rambunctious Dexter followed the pee-mail left by a deer when he wandered onto the street where a tractor-trailer crashed his front legs.

His parents feared that they would have to send Dexter to the Bridge.  He was the dog selected by his two predecessors, who had transitioned to the Bridge the previous year.  Losing another dog in 24 months was more than his family could bear.  Dexter's mom had dad vowed to spare no expense in avoiding Dexter becoming their third angel.  

The vet thought he could save one of the legs.  He inserted pins in it.  The other limb went to the Bridge to wait for the rest of its body to arrive.

Dexter went through multiple surgeries and rehabilitation.  Dexter did not trust his remaining leg to support him, so he chose to learn how to walk on his hind legs like he had seen his beloved humans do.  He has never stopped.

One day, while walking with his mom, upright and proud, a Tik Tok celebrity filmed him, and soon the video went viral, gathering five million likes, which is how we measure fame in the Internet age.

Dexter wanted to control his brand, so he convinced his mom to set up an Instagram and Tik Tok account for him through eye-to-eye communication.  It has become so popular managing it is now his mom's full-time job.

One demand Dexter made was that his parents would not monetize his status. He wanted to be a pure inspiration to dogs who lost limbs and not have it sullied by the greed spurned when something produces a single dollar.  Dexter is wise beyond his years.

I went back to the Mountain to thank Enzo for introducing me to his extraordinary pup.  I should have known he would know the best dogs because he is undoubtedly one himself.  
 

Thursday, November 11, 2021

Purrrranda Arrives at Rainbow Bridge



 It is I Pocket Dog, stepping in for my sister Foley because, as the Doggyspace liaison to Kittyland, The cat "Powers that Be" contacted me to say my friend and fellow Massachusettite Purrrranda arrived at the Bridge.

We also arrived for the same reason, kidney failure, an excruciating way to depart the mortal side.  Luckily Purranda and I had loving parents who took our pain on themselves and sent us to the Bridge to exist without pain and wait for them.

Once Kitty Judge Cotton swore her in, I pushed through the herd of cats to greet Purrrranda.  I waited for the reunion between the many pups her mom had helped transition to the Bridge. When they went to the big bowls for a salmon dinner celebration, I took the opportunity to welcome her on behalf of the members of Doggyspace.

We discussed the horrible disease that sent us here; how it robbed us of our beloved appetites, how we became dehydrated no matter how much we drank, and how it drained our energy to a nub.

Our parents also knew us very well and understood that a lengthy hospital stay for either of us would cause us to spiral into depression and be counterproductive.  As her mom said, there was only one way to make her better, and when she did, Purrrranda was with me, and sadness, grief, and emptiness were with her mom.

I saw her brother, Pawcasso, stamping his little paw impatiently, waiting for his newly arrived sister to take her first nibble of food so the rest of us could eat.  She kindly offered me a bowl, which I gladly ate, both of us having recovered our appetites after our long renal battle.

Before I went back to Doggyspace, Purranda asked me to check on a playful Golden Retriever who passed over at the vet's the same time that she did.  I suggested she come with me, and we see together.  I took her to the central incoming and learned the dog was in my village.  We hurried there and saw the newest angels playing with dogs from his family that preceded him to the Bridge.  He noticed Purrrrand as the cat who entered the River of Life at the same time he did.  They promised to visit one another often and help with their mutual transitions to the Bridge.

I realized that Purrrranda's empathy for others, even on her Bridge Day, would mean that she would be a valuable angel to have on her mom's shoulder.

I am sending a big thanks to Purrrranda's mom.  She could have kept Purrrranda with her and benefited from her empathetic personality, but she made it so everyone could, making the world a better place.

Tuesday, November 9, 2021

Beat This Caption

 

By the power invested in me by Ranger Smith and the Jellystone National Park I now pronounce you man and wife.  You can eat the bride. 

Monday, November 8, 2021

Monday Question

 What is the thing you do that annoys your parents the most?

Funny Guilty Dogs Compilation - YouTube 

 

 River:   I want to be in a chair with my parents but when they go to pick me up I back up out of reach, and when they sit back, I begin to beg to go up again, and then back off when they try to pick me up.

Sunday, November 7, 2021

Bishop Arrives at Rainbow Bridge

 

The ground shook, the wind bent the trees, and a tremendous howl arose amongst the angels. It was clear that something big was crossing the river:  Czar Bishop had come to Rainbow Bridge.

The Czar, son of Miss  Kimberli, brother to the legendary Apollo and Napa, had used every heartbeat and more as he fought to stay with his mom and continue teaching all the orphaned dogs that his mother took in and found new homes for them to live.

 When word spread of Bishop's arrival, dogs came from every corner of the Bridge to pay homage to him and greet the incredible dog who inspired his mom to save many other dogs.

Bishop also helped his mom create one of the most entertaining Facebook profiles. Transcribed were the conversations between Bishop and his mom ranging from the new students two what he needed at the store.

Few dogs have been blessed with a bigger heart than Bishop. He had his collection of pets he doted on like a human. It was like the best of both species combined into one pup. Together he and his mom made for the best of dogs and the best of moms.

Word of Bishop's arrival spread through his friends on the Internet quickly.   It caused human tears to form clouds and made it rain at the Bridge. Before Bishop's arrival, we angels scoured the puddles for our parent's tears then brought them home to help our flowers grow.


When the sound of bugles blaring sounded across the Bridge, we knew that Bishop's arrival was imminent. We gathered in rows of 20 to watch the historical passage.

As soon as Bishop appeared, the angel rescue dogs he had helped find homes and the other pups whose lives were enhanced when their parents adopted a rescue from Mama Kimberli ran to the Bridge and carried Bishop across on their backs.


Napa was the first to greet his brother, and their hug lasted more than a minute. Bishop then welcomed the pup who succeeded him like his mama's helper, and finally, I swore him in something wholly unnecessary because Bishop was an angel on earth.  

Then a large party commenced with welcoming Bishop. We all raised a glass of bone beer to him and feasted on pizza and treats—the more incredible the grief over passing, the bigger the party. Bishop's was one of the largest in years.

As soon as the event ended, Bishop joined his brothers in helping their mom find dogs in need and then homes for them.  With Bishop's help, his mom's rescue will become even more successful.

If life were fair, then because of all the good Mama Kimberli has done for dogs, Bishop would have been able to stay with her for a lifetime. Like shingles, the Bridge doesn't care. We all have X amount of heartbeats, and no matter how good we are or our parents are, we must, in the end, do what we dislike the most, sit and wait without our parents.

All angels find a way to pass the time until our parents join us. Bishop will spend his as he did on the mortal side most nobly. He is devoting his angel life to helping those less fortunate.  It is the most effective use of eternity.

If you're a homeless dog or living without love, take comfort. Angel Bishop is on your side.

Friday, November 5, 2021

Pippin and Jolie A Love Story Across Dimensions: Part 2

 

Even in another dimension, where dogs rule, Jolie and Pippin, two star-crossed lovers, find one another.  

While he was away at war, Jolie' mom forced her to marry Roland the Great Dane, who became the father of her children. They met pre the great squirrel war, fell in love, and unbeknownst to Pippin, became pregnant.  General Hobo recruited Pippin to join the army when the vermin began invading the gardens of Paris. Meanwhile, during a daring mission, Pippin got his leg caught in a trap.  

Pippin continually pulled on his leg until it was free, causing two of his claws to come off, and he could no longer perform his duties, so Hobo sent him home. When Pippin learned Jolie had a litter with Roland, he drowned his sorrows in bone beer, causing him to oversleep and lose his job.  

Distraught, and, having learned his mom and aunt had gone to the Bridge, Pippin took to living on the street.  One day, he saw a horse-drawn carriage, and, when it stopped, he recognized Jolie, wearing expensive jewelry and furs, disembark, and go into the butcher's to order food for dinner.  When she came out, she noticed Pippin and took pity on him, offering him a job as her driver.

Pippin slept in the stables, and one day, the sound of puppies playing woke him up.  He looked out the door and saw beautiful tan and black pups frolicking.  He realized a Great Dane could not have fathered the children, and they must be his.  When he went to the house to confront them, Gerald intercepted him and, after hearing Pippin's accusation, accused him of stealing and called the bulldogs to have Pippin arrested.  

While they were waiting for the police to arrive, Pippin said Gerald was stealing his girl.  Gerard said it was Pippin's fault for not answering her letters.  Pippin said he only got a few notes, and then they trailed off.  "That was because of me," Jolie' mother announced, entering the room,  She said Jolie trusted her with mailing the letters, and she threw them out because he was not worthy of her.  

"Mother, how could you?" Jolie, who no one realized had entered, asked heartbrokenly.

"Yes, I am shocked!" Gerald yelled.

Jolie's mom did not want to take the blame and told Jolie that Gerald had helped.  Jolie stepped up to him and asked if it was true, Gerald denied it, but Pippin, who had learned a  lot in the army, knew he was lying because Gerald's tail was between his legs and told Jolie that.

Betrayed, Jolie slapped Gerald in the nose and told him he was a bad boy.  Enraged, Gerald reminded her it was his house, and she would be homeless, along with her children.  Pippin said he would provide for her, which caused Gerald to laugh; knowing his prospects were poor, Jolie and the puppies would likely be living on the streets if they left.

Jolie shocked him when she said being homeless with Pippin was preferable to be trapped in Gerald's mansion.  Her mom, worried about her situation, begged her not to go, but Jolie had realized trusting Gerald was a mistake, and Pippin still had her heart.

Jolie  got her children together and left the house, never to see Gerard or her mother again.  They had to survive on the street for the first few days, but Pippin located General Hobo, now home from the war, and Gerald was the first hire in Hobo's bone detection agency.  From that point, Pippin could afford a house and gave Jolie the life she deserved.  They lived happily together for years.

As they have in many universes, none more than the one where we live.

Thursday, November 4, 2021

Pippin and Jolie Have a Love That Crosses the Multiverse

 




 If the Marvel universe has taught us one thing, there are many other dimensions where we live different lives but still manage to defeat the odds and find our soulmates.  This is the story of Pippin and Jolie, who find one another no matter what universe they occupy.  

 

Jolie is a beautiful little golden-haired girl who lives in France and works in a bone shop with her mom.  Pippin is a handsome dark-haired boy who makes dog strollers so new moms can wheel their pups around to show off to their neighbors.  He lives with his mother and aunt, who are both ill.  

 

One day Jolie was pushing a cart bringing bones to her customers when a wheel snapped off.  She dragged it to Pippin's shop, and when they saw one another, they knew they were meant to be together.  They had to hide their relationship because Jolie's mom had a handsome Great Dane doctor she picked out for her daughter.  A mere mechanic would not do.  

 

Meanwhile, the squirrels, rabbits, and chipmunks had allied along the border, attacking Paris and stealing all the vegetables.    General Hobo, who was in charge of the Parisian army, needed recruits for the battle.   For Pippin, he had to choose between love and country.  He promised Jolie her would be back, then joined the freedom fighters.  

 

The war took longer than expected.  The Parisian army was able to push the nibbling troops back across the border.  Hobo promoted Pippin to colonel, and he got a regiment.  He soon became Hobo's most trusted advisors.  Because of his duties and always being on the offensive, Pippin had little time to read or answer his mail.

 

Back in Paris, Jolie discovered that she was going to have a litter.   Her mother was furious when she found that Pippin was the culprit.  She ordered Jolie to marry Roland, the Great Dane.  Jolie, still in love with Pippin, refused, but when several of her letters went unanswered, she thought Pippin no longer cared for her and accepted Roland's proposal.  They were married, and then he claimed the puppies as his own.

 

Unaware that his love was with puppies and getting married,  Pippin undertook a dangerous mission to slip deep into the garden and lay down traps for the vermin army.  If he made it back, he would be sent home to Jolie.  Everything was going fine until a rogue rabbit surprised him with a shove.  Pippin's leg went into the trap.    He tried to remove it but couldn't move, and the enemy was approaching.

 

TO BE CONTINUED

Tuesday, November 2, 2021

Beat This Caption

The end result when you have to pee but don't want to disturb the cat on your lap

 

Monday, November 1, 2021

Monday Queston

 

What did you do for Halloween?

Did you wear a costume?

Did you go anywhere?

Did you get trick or treaters?…

Trick Or Treat Dogs - YouTube

Sunday, October 31, 2021

Raja Arrives at Rainbow Bridge

We angels spend so much time trying to comfort our parents after we leave we often forget others are mourning us, specifically our siblings, who are far more likely to follow us into the dark than our parents are.

Pocket knew I was sick and didn't mourn me when I was gone but concentrated on aiding my grieving parents.  River, after two months, still looks for Pocket but she loves being an only dog.

Other dogs don't adjust as well. One of them, Raja, arrived at the Bridge this week after suffering from a myriad of issues none more significant than a broken heart after losing her brother Logan.

Through many adventures, Raja was Logan's sidekick, and despite watching Logan deteriorate before her eyes, she was still stunned when he passed.  Each day she would check his bed and other favorite spots, but her brother never appeared.

When Logan went to the Bridge, he took part of Raja with him, which proved to be vital. Raja was never the same dog after Logan departed.

She became part of the world-famous lab pack at four years of age. When her first mom could not take her when she relocated, the woman picked Moma Wendy to care for Raja, and she could not have chosen more wisely.

Raja had a tumor on her tail when she arrived. Mama Wendy is a  firm believer that once a dog enters your life, it is there for good, and she paid the hefty vet bill, so her latest baby was healthy.

Thus began a wonderful life filled with swimming pools, visiting friends, dog parks, and a significant lifestyle change when the pack moved from the Arizona desert to rainy Washington.  She did it laughing all the way.

She even won the heart of the legendary Smoochy, who she married before the angels called him to the Bridge.  Her husband would surely be one of the angels awaiting her arrival.

When Raja, aided by her mom, passed from one side of the river to the other and gained immortality, Smoochy, holding flowers, was waiting next to his mortal brother-in-law's namesake Brody, Hattie Mae,  Lily, Hobo, Tommy Tubes, Leo, her brother Dodger, her beloved Logan, and many more friends. When she arrived, Smoochy gave her the flowers and put one delicately behind her ear, and then she hugged Logan sniffed, and cried, communicating more than they could have using words.

Then, after a knowing nod between them, the Labbies ran off together. They spent hours going over hills, through fields, and fording rivers with three hearts beating as one like they had done in their glorious youth. Then they joined their friends for a welcome to the Bridge feast.  With full tummies and hearts, the trio began to devise a way to reach their mom through dreams.  If anyone can do it, the Labbies can, using their power of three.

Friday, October 29, 2021

The Power of Forgiveness

 

 
 
As you know, minions are terrible humans worth redemption but must first serve angels until they redeem themselves. We are assigned humans who abuse dogs, and it is up to us to determine when they can become angels.

    Since I arrived at the Bridge, Cecil has been my top minion. I found him to be diligent and trustworthy. When he was mortal, I was shocked to find out that he left his dog tied to a tree in a blizzard and the poor creature froze to death. He certainly deserved being a minion for a long time. I didn't think I could ever look past his transgressions.

    Every year the minions are reviewed to see who should become angels. If I judge that they have exorcised all the traits that made them fail as a living human, I agree to let them go. What I look for is for my minions to tell me what they did was wrong. This is where Cecil failed, insisting what happened to his dog was not his fault.

    Cecil's review came up this week. I didn't want to waste time asking questions and pushed forth the most critical inquiry. Was he responsible for what happened to his dog, Max? "No, I am not," he said. I was ready to close the hearing when Cecil had a witness, and Max entered the proceedings. 

    He introduced himself and asked that I release his father from his duties. I inquired if he was guilty of the charges, and Max admitted that Cecil had left him outside in a storm, and after a harrowing night, the dog shed his mortal coil and arrived at the Bridge.

"But it wasn't his fault," Max insisted.  

I asked how if Cecil had left him outside in a storm, he wasn't responsible. "What I mean is he didn't do it intentionally. Sadly,   Cecil doesn't know any better."

I told Max that ignorance was no defense of the law.

"Whose law?" he rebutted. "Are we ruled by human law? Or because we are higher beings, are we above their rules?"

I wish I had known Max when I was representing dogs in private practice. He was a first-rate litigator. I asked him how judges like me were supposed to determine if a minion was cruel or ignorant and when their sentence should end.  

"You shouldn't," he said confidently. "It should be up to the dog who the minion wrong to decide if they should have forgiven him.  Many offenses are so abusive and evil there will never be forgiveness, but this isn't one of them, and I forgive him. "

"But should we leave the perpetrator's fate in the hands of their victims?" I wondered. "If humans did that, every suspected wrongdoer would be sentenced to death."

"That is why I give thanks each day. I am not a human."

I had never heard a case brought forth with such wisdom in all my years of being a judge. I only had one recourse. I put Cecil's fate in Max's paws.

Cecil forgave his dad, and I ended his time as a minion. Cecil suddenly changed into a bald, thin, feeble-minded human. He ran to Max, hugged him, and begged forgiveness for which Max gladly granted, and then together they walked into the setting sun once again, man and dog.

A hearing often concludes with a judge learning something, but this one sure did. I would rely on the wronged dog to decide a minion's fate from this day forward because dogs are the wisest and most forgiving creatures created.

The only downside was that I lost the minion who ironed my robes perfectly. It would take months to train another.

I do suffer for justice.

Thursday, October 28, 2021

The Man Who Lived Alone

 

 


Just because you arrived at Rainbow Bridge doesn't mean you want to socialize with the other angels.  Some people are just better off on their own.

High up in the mountains is a house the no one visits occupied by a person to whom no one talks.  Many angels have tried, but none of them has been successful.  It was time for another to try, and I thought it should be me.

"It shouldn't be you," Pocket said.  I asked her why.  "You are a lot to deal with and rather impatient.  To approach a hermit, you need someone passive, like me.'

I bit her a hundred kibbles that she would never get past the front door.  We set out the following day, climbing high up the mountain to the shack.  There was a fence around it, and we had to dig under it, which I hated because I had just got my nails done.  

We knocked on the door and were told to go away by someone with a strong, deep voice.  It sent a  shudder down both our backs.  Still, a hundred kibbles are the most that we can bet on anything, and Pocket could not lose them.

We walked around the house.  There was a window open a crack.  I let Pocket stand on my back, and she pulled herself inside.  She carefully walked through the house when she saw a big man, around 240, with a cruel face, sitting in a chair, looking out a window.

Pocket froze, afraid to startle the man.  Then she softly approached and scratched at the chair's leg, asking to be picked up, but was he ignored her.  She activated her wings and flew up, then softly landed on his lap.

I was sure he would slap her out of the sky like a troublesome houseplant, but the man allowed her to land on his lap.  She sighed, shut her eyes, and went to sleep, breathing deeply.  She woke up when the man's cold hand touched her fur.

Pocket stayed still, understanding the calming properties of a soft, warm dog. Pocket stiffened, thinking he would knock her off, but instead, the man's hand began to softly stroke her fur. Pocket patiently waited until the man stopped, then looked up with her deep brown eyes, and asked what was wrong.  The man said he had a son, who he had not been close to, and did not attend when the boy, now an adult, crossed over because he was afraid his son would shun him.

Pocket finally spoke, saying that he would never know unless he tried.  I began frantically searching the angel databases for a soul who matched his son.  I found him and barked to Pocket that we could take the mean old man to his son.

Pocket asked the man to take her for a walk, and when he agreed, pulled him along the trail that I had blazed until we came to someone fishing on the bank.  The man gasped when he saw his son and slowly walked to the water's edge and sat next to his son.  When he recognized his father, he smiled and reached his side to keep the pole he always brought with him in case his father finally joined them.  Pocket and I left the father and son, happily fishing and silently enjoying one another's company.

It was the best of a hundred kibbles I ever spent.

Monday, October 25, 2021

Monday Question

How vocal are you, when are you vocal and do you have conversations with your parents?


 

River:  I bark when I hear noises, when I want food, or when someone comes over.  I talk through growls all the time, and my parents answer like they understand me, which they mostly are. 

Sunday, October 24, 2021

Jake Gets Stuck Between a Rock and a Bigger Rock

loving jake – Adventures of Jake the Border Collie! blogs below

It all began when Jake thought he saw a kibble.

Jake, a border collie, is a wanderer, something rare in this world of leash laws. Unlike splendid isolation, Jake's family constructed a lovely home deep in the woods.  Far behind them was a cliff overlooking a lake.  Jake loved exploring the area. He likes jumping off the slight cliff into the cool water and swimming downstream, where he can easily climb out.  He thought he knew every inch of the terrain.  But Mother Earth can change her appearance overnight and catch us unaware. that was literally on you Jake's downfall  

Jake was exploring the cliff when he saw something new. A large crack had developed in the ground. Jake sniffed around it. Confident that he had seen something lying at the bottom of the opening, Jake jumped into it.  

He immediately realized he had made a grievous miscalculation. There was nothing at the bottom worth jumping in after, just water that wet his paws. The walls were too steep to climb.  In short, he was trapped.

It was morning, and Jake's parents would not be home until the afternoon to complicate the issue.  Even after they arrived, it was not odd for Jake to be out until supper time. It wouldn't be until after dark that they would realize something was amiss. By then, the crack would fill with water. There was no one to hear Jake's barks. His only chance was prayer.  

The Powers That Be thought that Jake's chances of survival were slim, so they sent the case to Foley, the Miracle Worker. I flew down to comfort Jake and promise help was imminent even if I didn't know-how.   I asked him why he jumped into the crack, and he said he thought he saw a kibble. That was reasonable. When it comes to food dogs, dismiss all logic.

The tide fed the lake, and when it rose, so would the water in the crack. I had little time.  I told Jake I would be back then went flying over the area looking for help. There would be none found on his side of the water, but on the other, there were boats. If one of the owners was home and had a dog, I might be in business.

I found a beagle named Brittany, who was asleep on her dad's lap. I went into her dreams and said, "run to the boat and bark until your dad wakes up and follows."   When I told her a dog's life was at stake, she happily agreed.

Brittany awoke and barked at her dad until he was up too. She scratched at the door to go out, and when she did,  stood on the porch barking at her dad to follow. Curious, he did and then walked after her. He saw Brittany jump on the boat and asked her if she wanted to go for a ride. Her wagging answered his question. As the ship started, Brittany stood on the bow, guiding her dad until they were on the other side. That is when he heard the barking, followed it, and found Jake trapped. He called 911, and soon a rescue team was there for the dog.

It took three hours to free Jake, who ran home and arrived at his parents' door just as they did.

"Hi Jake," his dad said. "Did you have any adventures today!" If only they knew.

Friday, October 22, 2021

The Doppelganger Part Three

 

 


  When my doppelganger appeared and chained me in a barn, I thought Riley had done it just to replace me.  I did not know she was a group of denizens from the dark side who intended to take over the Bridge  A rabbit named Quick freed me, but my family and the other angels believed Riley was me.  When they turned on us, we took refuge in the river where we needed to formulate a plan to stop the villains.  

Pocket, who knew I was the real Foley, and for that reason, was hunted by Riley's minions, lay on the riverbank, wet and cold.  "What are we going to do?" she cried.

Riley may look like me, but she had none of my memories.  If we contacted our friends and I proved to them, I was the actual Foley by stating facts about our relationship that only I would know, we could form an army to prove Riley was a fraud and send her back to the barn where she belonged.  

The first dog we saw was Aran.  She began to bark when we appeared, thinking we were the evil angels.  I told her her Secret Paw when she went to the Bridge and sent her mom a picture book of sweet Aran.  She realized only the real Foley would have remembered that and apologized for not believing me.  I told her not to worry, everyone did, but she could help us change that.  

Next, we traveled to the most well-respected angel at the Bridge, Tommy Tunes.  I began to explain that despite what he may have heard, I was Foley Monster when he laughed and said he knew that because of my eyes.  Tommy has always been on top of everything. With Tommy on our side, the chances of defeating the imposter grew exponentially.  

From there, we convinced Paco, who is one of my friends, and with whom I share hundreds of secrets, and Winston, the newest angel, who knew how I helped him become an angel.   We heard a commotion occurring at the town square and saw an Angel Foley appreciation party happening.  There was a big bowl of Kool-Aid near her, and she was passing out cups filled with it.  "I know whatever is in there will help the dark angels take over," I said.  "It is going to take someone that all the angels love to stop them."  I meant myself, but Tommy stepped up and told the angels not to drink.  Everyone stopped.  

He told them to empty the cups and that Riley was an impersonator.  They began to do so when I stepped up, and they stopped.  "Get her!" Riley ordered.  

"It's me!"  I yelled.  

"Why should we trust you," one of the angels asked.

I tried to come up with a reason, but the crowd was turning on me.  Suddenly Pocket was next to me.  "I understand," she said.  "I know Foley stretches the truth, but I don't, and you can, believe me, this is my sister Foley." She held my paw in the air.  Aran and Paco swore she was telling the truth.  The crowd turned on Riley.

She tried to run but was caught by Sheriff Benjamin and would have been sent to minion court, but I said she was just misunderstood sent her to training classes.  We let Beevis become a minion.  Then the party turned into an appreciation for all of us who stopped the evil angels.

When I returned home, I had one more angel to confront.  I approached Jax and asked him how he could have mistaken another dog her me.  "Oh, I knew it wasn't you; I just liked her more."

If I weren't so grateful and tired, I would have butt bit him.