If you are eating, and someone enters the house, do you keep eating or rush to greet them?
River's answer: "I stop eating, look to see who it is they continue to eat and greet them when I am done."
Featuring the exploits of Ruby Rose, Foley Monster's Tails From Rainbow Bridge, and co-starring Angels Pocket and River Song. We always try to leave you between a laugh and a tear
If you are eating, and someone enters the house, do you keep eating or rush to greet them?
River's answer: "I stop eating, look to see who it is they continue to eat and greet them when I am done."
To better understand
how humans are suffering, we emulate their conditions at the Bridge.
While the idea of having Black Russian Terriers attack their peaceful
neighbors was thankfully rejected, putting the Bridge in a deep freeze
did help us understand the cold had unintended consequences, namely that
we had.
To properly tell this story, I must first introduce you
to Mama Rachel and Papa Robert's first and sweetest foster failure
Bailey who came into their home for what was intended to be a few weeks
and the charming girl made last a lifetime.
When Bailey took
sick, she hid her symptoms from her failing foster family. She knew she
owed them for her life, so a little pain and suffering in silence was a
small way to repay them, And she didn't want them to worry.
But
dogs can only hide the pain for so long, and eventually, Bailey lost
control of her lower body, something even the bravest and slyest of us
can hide. Her terrified parents to her to the vet she was diagnosed with
spinal neurological cancer. One day she was a normal dog; the next, she
was gone.
Not every dog enjoys passing over in the cold, but
Bailey is such a good-natured sport. She jumped on Enzo's elevator and
rose to the top, where we waited. Standing next to me as I swore her in
were her brother Benjamin and sister Bella. Once the oath was
administered, the threesome romped in the snow like puppies seeing it
for the first time.
Then the most miraculous thing happened.
When a pup passes over, and people cry because they are mourning, those
teardrops collect together in clouds and float to Rainbow Bridge, where
they fall, and we collect them. But because of the cold air, we had a
delightful blizzard.
Each flake had the name of the parent who
had shed a tear to create them. While most of them were for Bailey when a
pup becomes an angel, it reminds other parents of their baby crossing
over, and they shed a few.
We gathered our parent's snowflakes
and were happily surprised to find they held our parent's scent. I used
mine to build a snowman that looked like my mom, and it was oddly
comforting to see it in the yard smiling at me.
And that was
how my friend Bailey came to Rainbow Bridge and brought with him snow
to remind us of the comforts of home on a snowy day when everything
inside is warm, and you can snuggle with your parents until the storm
passes.
All storms pass, but what they take with them that is scary.
But rest easy knowing whatever is lost will soon be safe and pain-free on this side of the Bridge.
Like my friend Bailey.
Each Thursday Ellen of 15andmeowing and Lorianne of Four-Legged Furballs, provide Friendly Fill-in questions.
Here are this weeks questions:
1. _________ is the ________-est I have ever been.
2. I really hate going to _______________.
3. While most people _________, I _________.
4. I’m glad that _________ was invented.
Here are River Song's answers:
1. Pooping in a blizzard is the hardest think I have ever done.
2. I really hate going to the street behind ours where the little black dog is always loose in the yard and getting in the way of completing my steps
3. While most people don't like themselves in public I don't care.
4. I'm glad that bacon was invented.
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It’s Thankful Thursday hosted by Brian of Brian’s Home. He wants us to post what we’re thankful for.
Today I am very thankful to announce that I have hired Dani from the O Dani Girl blog as my stylist. Tell me what you think of my new look
What are you thankful for today?
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When Lucky came to the
Bridge, he gave me heartbreaking news, Enzo, a renowned business owner,
blogger, and champion family dog, who had his own mountain, and two
adoring parents, was soon to arrive.
It was Enzo's wish to have a
garage where he could practice his favorite activity, fixing cars, and
all his friends could grab a cup of Joe, sit around, and regale one
another with stories. Enzo's friends came together quickly and built his
garage in record time.
We put a giant "Welcome Enzo" sign over
the garage and waited for our friend to arrive. After the third day, his
friends grew restless and asked me to keep him. "Oh nothing," Enzo, who
had cancer, and in January, was given just a few days to live, said.
"I'm going tomorrow, and I am going to be with my parents one more day. "
Well, I couldn't deny the great Enzo one more day with his parents. I told the group to prepare for his arrival tomorrow.
The
sun rose and set with no Enzo. I flew back down to see him, and he said
he would be coming tomorrow; he wanted one more day with his parents.
"That's what he said yesterday!" Hattie said. "If I wear this dress one more day, I will be a fright."
"He was in sorry shape when I left," Lucky told us. "I don't know how he is still mortal. I am sure we will see him tomorrow."
A
week later, we were still waiting. We had to replace the banner twice
and work hard to keep the garage spotless. I checked with Enzo every
day, and he said he would be arriving tomorrow. But he still didn't
cross over.
I told the others to be patient. If we could stay
with our parents for the extra time, we would do it. I know Enzo was
metering out his heartbeats, breathing slowly, and doing all he could to
stay with his parents. I knew he would be sent to us someday; all dogs
do.
A month later, I was rethinking my position. Enzo, against
all odds, had not arrived. I remembered the legend of the dog who never
crossed over, just spent years roaming the world. I thought it was a
myth, but Enzo had me thinking otherwise.
This morning, I woke up to banging in the garage. I rolled over to see Enzo working on a car. "You came!" I barked excitedly.
"I
have a list of repairs I have to make and customers waiting. I am sorry
I took so long; I had to settle my affairs." It didn't surprise me
that Enzo was allowed to bypass the swearing-in process. He has always
been an angel on earth. "Before I arrived, I fixed the escalator to the
Bridge. It will save angels from having to climb," he said. That was
perfect Enzo. Even when he arrived at the Bridge, he put others first.
He tried hiding his sadness over parting with his parents. I know he
will never truly leave Enzo's mountain, and part of him will always be
running up the hills hurrying through the trees and dancing on the
breeze.
I should have known Enzo was not the legend of the dog
who never went to the Bridge because Enzo is a legend on his own: Loyal
friend, beloved son to his parents, top engineer, crafter of tales, king
of the mountain. There will never be another Enzo in his parents'
hearts. That pup will have mighty big paws to fill, but between Enzo's
guidance and his parents' love, whoever the future owner of the mountain
is, it will become a legend on its own.
But for now, I pulled up
a chair, grabbed a cuppa Joe, and with old friends, we talked about
past days as Enzo worked on his cars, his tails happily wagging,
listening to his friends.
A simple question:
Do you usually wake your parents up or do they wake you up?
River's Answer: I sleep in the big bed and never want to get out so they wake me up.
The police parked their car in the street and watched a collection of young, hooded men with saggy jeans yelling out, "Got that Fancy Feast! Got the Nine Lives you love. Got that good pate. Got tender morsels in gravy."
The cops witnessed a woman in a mini-van pull onto the street and drive slowly towards the men. She stopped, and one of them strutted towards him. After a brief conversation and an exchange of money, one of the dealers handed the woman a can.
The cops hit the lights. The dealer ran off with his black coat filled with cans, but the woman became boxed in. The police got out of their cars; guns were drawn. The woman shouted that she didn't have anything. The lead narc looked in her car and said she knew she was lying: A can opener on her seat gave her away.
The woman was arrested for buying cat food in the open air, an unknown law; the dealer was not caught, and it did not matter to the cops. Since the shortage began, illegal cat food dealers have grown by a thousand. Ten more will be on the corner pushing chicken florentine in gravy if they get one off the street.
The woman was brought into the station and booked. She told the officers that she had a cat at home going through the withdrawals. She brought the police to the house and found the kitty behind the couch panting, in serious need of a fix; luckily, they gave her a taste of beef in a savory sauce to quell her withdrawal. The cat is being fed Blue Buffalo and Instinct food via a feed tub at the Shan Ford clinic. Sadly, six out of ten cats are back on the Fancy Feast within a week of discharge, leading their mother right back to a life of crime.
Law enforcement officials are determined to get the cat food off the streets and back on the shelves where it belongs. But, until then, the black cat market will continue to thrive unless the cats can learn to like other food.
Let's face it, that's not happening.
Each Thursday Ellen of 15andmeowing and Lorianne of Four-Legged Furballs, provide Friendly Fill-in questions.
Here they are, and my answers are in bold.
1. It’s about time for spring to come
2. An anecdote I like to tell is how I was with my first mom in Florida, got pregnant, had kids, ignored them, and ended up getting adopted by a nice Massachusetts couple.
3. I wish there was a way to eat without stopping.
4. Too many people take me for granted.
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Some of you asked what I was licking in my Wordless Wednesday post. It was a lick mat. The wet food gets in all the cranies and tickles my tongue. Unfortunately, I was licking the remaining can of Pocket's food, and she must not have liked it because today I barfed it all back up.
I am doing double hopping today so I am going to be tired.
Here is today's inspiration
Today I am also joining
I am grateful for the rain. I have never said that before, but the rain is chasing away the snow, and will let the grass grow.
King of the world my butt! Put me down. I'm not one of your french girls. I'm getting ocean spray on my belly. When the ship sinks and we find a floating door there is only room for me. You can stay in the water. Hey, is that a fish?
This Friday, for the first time, I am participating in the Friendly Fill Ins.
Each Thursday Ellen of 15andmeowing and Lorianne of Four-Legged Furballs, provide Friendly Fill-in questions.
Here this week's fill-ins
1. A week without ___________ would be nice.
2. A week without _________ would be impossible.
3. I didn’t plan to _________, but I’m glad I did.
4. I once _________ and lived to regret it.
Here are River Song's answers
1. A week without snow, cold, and ice would be nice.
2. A week without timely served dinner would be impossible.
3. I didn’t plan to pee behind the chair, but I’m glad I did.
4. I once killed a squirrel in Reno just to watch it die and lived to regret it.
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