Do your parents put up a tree or other decorations and how to you interact with them? My parents just put up the tree. It is my first. I immediately put a bulb in my mouth. This is going to be exciting.…
The Ruby Rose Report I haven’t reported in the past couple of weeks because there hasn’t been anything happening, which is how I like it. But, last Sunday, outsiders invaded my quiet, peaceful home, including tiny people who scared the Snausage out of me. There were two adults younger than my parents, a boy almost as tall as my dad, and two girls who looked and dressed alike. I was sure I had gone through the looking glass, They gave my Mom hugs and put their hands in front of me so I could sniff them, and they professionally gave me scratches, and I could smell another dog on their fingers. When they sat down, I hid behind my mom. River Song floated down as a ghost and told me not to be afraid. The people were my human brother, his wife, and their three children, two of whom were twins. They were up from Thanksgiving in Florida. I didn’t think this could be true. I was from Florida, and I had never seen them. I asked River why the two girls mysteriously looked alike, with their lo
It’s Friday and time for Friday Fill-Ins. The original post is in black and my answers, the views of a one-year-old Brussels Griffon are in red. \ 1. I would like a personal pan pizza of my own. 2. On Black Friday, I am persuading Mommy to buy me one of everything, including a personal pan pizza.. 3. For me, the holiday season begins when I hear the 50th different version of "Christmas Baby Please Come Home." I've been home for two days, you would notice if you would stop singing so loudly. 4. If I won a large sum of money, I would buy a personal pan pizza.
Our friends Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetaton have given us more inspiration for Poetry Thursday I say with no hesitation It was a bad day at the station When production had to be halted Because Thomas the Tank Engine was sexually assaulted The culprit seemed a wee lad But it became very sad When he was proven to be a little grandpa Who humped every train he saw Thomas had to go to counseling After encountering The humping old coot Thomas issued a one-word statement: “Toot” His lawyers claim The old man is not to blame They say he is demented Tell that to Thomas with his caboose permanently dented.
What are your parents doing this Thanksgiving and does it involve you? Ruby's Answer: My parents are going to their daughter's house, and leaving me at home. I don't like this Thanksgiving thing one bit!
When I first took the position as Rainbow Bridge judge and administered the oath to new arrivals, many of them were friends I knew from the mortal side. Next year will mark my 10th as an angel. Now, I administrate the oath to dogs with closer relationships to River and Pocket than I. Dogs need to be into their senior years for us to have been mortal friends. This week, I swore in one of my oldest and best friends, the regal and loyal Rosco. In the past, souls transitioned to the Bridge, and their arrival was attributed to old age. The latest generation of humans finds the need to label everything. They have many terms to define why an elder passed over, and they add up to old age. Rosco crossed over the Bridge due to old age. His next birthday would have been his 17th, quite a record for this vicinity. If only the length of life lessens the sorrow when a dog goes to its final forever home to watch over and wait for the ones they love. When his grieving parents decided his daily exist
Tashi was asleep when her father came for her. At first, she was not alarmed because Papa Rudy was a frequent visitor in her dreams. But this wasn't a visit. "It is time." Pape Rudy said to his beloved little Shih Tzu baby; Tashi did not understand. "Your work here is done," Papa Rudy said. Tashi protested. She still had much to do. Her mom had faced losing her husband, fracturing her leg, and getting COVID in the last. Tashi was mama Linda's heart dog, who made everything better, and Mama Linda needed her. Papa Rudy sat on the floor near Tashi. "No one wanted to stay with your mom more than me," he explained. "But these bodies we are given don't last forever. It is sad when they wear out, and we transition to the immortal world. But it also ushers a new beginning which is happy. With no endings or beginnings wife would be predictable and dull. "Do you remember the first day you came to live with us? How happy were we all? Or when you
It's time for Poetry Thursday Our friends Angel Sammy and Teddy have given us the pictute below to spur our creative juices. Here is my humble offer. F Frosty the Snowman Went home for Thanksgiving Day To see his parents, brothers, aunts uncles And pose for a family photo before the melee Uncle Barry the Snowman Believes in everything Qanon says The election was stolen the deep state rules all And Trump is still the prez There must have been some malice In the stuffing served that day Because it caused cousin Henry To kick over the dessert tray Frosty the Snowman Asked why they all can't get along Nephew Sammy said he agreed Then went back to stuffing his bong Frosty the Snowman Remembered why he went away Got in his sleigh and hit the gas Saying "I have other plans on Christmas Day."
So many of my friends belong to seniors and empty nesters. How often are you exposed to small children, and how do you react around them? RUBY's ANSWER : Since I came to live with my parents I have only met a child once and I am intimidated about them. They are loud and clumsy. I prefer my humans old and clumsy.
When Caesar, my cat friend, arrived at the Bridge, I knew it was a monumental loss for his family and friends. He was a vital member of his pack, the little ginger cat who never failed to raise a smile, a left a big hole in the heart of the survivors who loved him and will mourn him. Unfortunately, Caesar's body gave out before his heart and mind. The most uncomplicated activity proved to be a pain for him, and his parents took all the hurt on themselves as they let their precious little boy be reborn at the Bridge, so he could be happy in healthy, even if it meant they now lived in constant sorrow. Enzo lived on his own mountain and had many friends living with him, but when Caesar passed, Enzo knew his house was getting too crowded. He came to me and asked for my representation in his petition to set up a new village at the Bridge: Enzo's Mountain. It would be a beautiful setting, high above Doggyspace and Blogger Village. There would be villas for a
Thankful Thursday This week I am participating in Brian’s Thankful Thursday to say a very grateful Thank You to our friend June and the rest of the pack at the Zoolatry Blog for featuring me yesterday in their First Friends post-Wednesday. It has indeed been one of the greatest honors in my young life. Thank you. HAPPY POETRY THURSDAY HERE IS THE PHOTO THE BRILLIANT ANGEL SAMMY AND TEDDY GAVE US FOR INSPIRATION Through the clouds and the rain, I saw quite a sight That, when it became clear, caused me a fright Three big ladies splashing in puddles Holding on to umbrellas with white knuckles Wearing too-small stilettos Squishing their fat little toes The one on the left carried a bag so small It looked like it belonged to a fashionable Barbie doll The one in the center had a large purse All the better to steal medication for an inattentive nurse The one on the right held her umbrella high and to the side Not understanding why she was getting soaked like a shell in the tide Wh
It was Saturday night at 11 PM, and time for bed. Then my mommy said they should adjust the cocks. Having been neutered, I chose to sit out of this endeavor. Then when I saw them playing with the clocks, I realized it was the most confusing time of the year when our tummies are on one time and the world another. We have a clock over the entryway to the kitchen. Daddy had to stand on a chair unsteadily to hang the clock after adjusting it. Apparently, it is as tired of this foolishness as dogs because the clock struck back. It waited until my dad walked into the kitchen. On his way to the living room, the clock jumped from its hook and hit him in the head. The glass shattered into 87 million places. Daddy said a string of words not fit for late-night HBO, then ran over and picked me up. Even half concussed, he knew what was necessary. Mommy came into the living room and saw the carnage. We don't always understand what our parents say, but we get their looks, and this
♥ ♥ ♥ My friends Angel Sammy and Teddy have posted this picture as inspiration for poetry Thursday. here is our offering Tom was told women ran the house And for all other things you ignore she who ears the blouse He was at a job from nine to five And when he came home he wanted supper to promptly arrive He expected his wife to sit with him a night One day he got angry and said her problem was not managing time If all he had to do was housework he would be done And then we he got home make his time fun She made a suggestion She knew he would accept without question For one day they would switch roles And getting done early would be his goal She came home promptly at five To find him shaking like he couldn't survive He begged for help but she would not give him a break That he knew he had made a mistake She sat down in triumph, right in the living room While he continued to vaccuum Never underestimate a woman's work Especially if you are a privileged jerk
Have you ever wondered where the trick-or-treaters who come to your home seemingly from nowhere originate? Well, be sure to be good to them because sprinkled in the group may be some angels. Halloween is a day the dead walk amongst the living. It sounds a lot more frightening than it is. The dead don't want to hurt anyone; we want to visit the mortal life we once knew. The caveat is that we cannot use the body we had when mortal, which leads to a lot of body-swapping. Once done, we change into a child's body, and if we want to see a loved one, we go trick or Treating. Little does a mortal who opens the door realize; the little masked creatures awaiting treats are their angels. \ Trick or Treating is going out of fashion, as parents don't trust strangers to give their children candy, and adults find hordes of children begging for food to be a bother. Our chances of visiting our parent
Before I arrived at my true and forever home, River visited me and explained that unlike my previous residence, where there were two dozen watchdogs, I would be on my own. Being small doesn't mean I can't protect my house like an angry Great Dane. She said that intruders are more worried about being attacked by a dog than we are about them. All that was required was a mighty bark, which would make the trespassers think the house was being protected by a rabid Wolverine and flee. Like a poker player with short stack-facing pocket aces, a little dog's life is a perpetual bluff. River told me the best location to scout for trespassers was the kitchen window by the door. It looks out on the driveway and street. River was much more of a social dog than I was. When River saw humans, she barked at them to come in and play with her. Our tiny shotgun shack is inhabited enough, and we don't need any more people, so I bark to make them disappear. There is one creature who has m
Collectively, they are known as the boys. Elvis, Huckleberry, and Moo. They came into a pack living on a farm and increased their energy level by 1000%. The rambunctious boys will always be puppies, so I was stunned to see Moo's name on a list of incoming Angels. River escorted Moo up Enzo's escalator and to Hobo's Landing, where I would administer the angel oath. He looked like I remembered him as a puppy, with love and excitement in his eyes. After I had done my duty and before his welcoming Celebration, I asked him how a dog so young could come to the Bridge. When he told me his departing age, I was stunned, and I had missed his entire adulthood. Years don't mean a thing when living in an immortal world. Five minutes and five years seem the same amount of time. Still, I felt terrible about losing touch with them. Truthfully they didn't need me. The boys had Josie and Koda, two of the most loving angels of all, and where they went, so did Smoochy, t
This is the first time I have taken part in Brian’s Thankful Thursday Blog Hop . I should have done so before, because I am thankful for everything. Four months ago I was a well cared for girl, but had to share my parents with a dozen other dogs. Today I am the only dog of only parents. I a mixture of yummy food, I get to go almost everywhere with my parents, I am never along for long, they play with me when I want to play, leave me alone when I don't and don't make me go outside. I sleep snuggled with them all night, and sit with them all day. I am thankful for all of you friends too. I am thankful for everything, and looking forward to giving my thanks in the years to come because I know I will love everything about it.