The Ruby Rose and the Big Little Angels 3 Blog

  Friday Fill-ins Hop is co-hosted by Four-Legged Furballs and 15andMeowing'  They give us four sentences with blanks for us to fill in.  My answers are both in blue and may blue   1. Gluttony is my focus word for 2023. 2. 2022 was like being prodded by a near sighted student nurse trying to find a vein on a 90-year-old man getting a colonoscopy. 3. Don't eat glass is the most important lesson I learned over the past year.      4. I hope 2023 is the year that my parents dig up the lawn amd           plant bacon strips  

          Our muse Sam has provided us with this picture to inspire my poetry. Here is my effort Ralph screamed with joy when he won the lottery He would be rich after years of poverty He slipped the winning ticked in his pocket With the money he had would built a rocket To go to the moon When he told his girl Alice she did swoon On New Year's Day he ran to the lottery office Wanting to be there when it opened, not like some novice They were ushered into the building While crews began filming He was asked for the ticket And found himself in a sticky wicket When he reached into his pocket all he found Was nothing, which made him frown Annoyed, Alice asked where he last had it He smiled, and out of the office he alit I had it last night he said running nonstop I remember holding it when the ball dropped I yelled in joy and raised my hands in the air Then something happened most unfair The ticket must have fallen from my hand But don't fret I remember where I did stand Hopefully

 

  This is the last time we rent an Airbnb from Goldilocks

  What are you most looking forward to in 2023? Ruby's Answer: To spend a whole year with my family for the first time

    Today, Ruby filed another report with the home office in Duluth. This holiday season has stressed me out. My parents are impatiently waiting for the packages and cards so that they can send them before Christmas to people who are stressfully waiting for packages to send to my parents. Wouldn’t it make sense for them to spend money on gifts for themselves and cut out the Heffernans who bring the boxes back and forth? Each day, my parents' stress level jumps twofold when Unspeddy Delivery passes by.  Our household stress grows worse with each approaching day. The outside lights aren’t working. Daddy has spent hours plugging and unplugging them, to no avail, while growing more frustrated and muttering.s Swearengen words.  Our neighboring Burnetts clutch their Life Alerts, ready to plead for help if my Daddy proves to be a Saul Goodman after buying a new identity.    Subsequently, he hurt his back, sanding a stubbornly stuck door.  I tried to suggest, through nods, barks, and big e

  Our co-hosts give us four sentences with blanks and it is up to I, Ruby Rose, a one year old smooth coated Griffon to answer them Here are today’s sentences!    My answers are in red 1. My favorite holiday tradition is buggery (although I have never participated I have heard good things)   2. On Christmas (or Hanukkah) I plan to fill up on anything that falls on the floor, or is put in my bowl. 3. ‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even Mickey Mouse because he's a drunk. It's sad to see. He drinks so much now after a couple of tequilas it is all he can do to cut the cheese   4. Handing out hundreds is the best way to spread holiday cheer.

  Happy Poetry Day   Our muse, Angel Sammy, has sent us this photo to inspire us Below is our poem The dispatch ordered: "Attention all cars" And the radios were turned up from near and far A car was swerving this way and that Like it was driven by a straight from hell bat Soon they were chasing the car down the highway And it seemed the pursuit would take all day The cops agreed the driver must be drunk He didn't even notice when he struck a truck Suddenly he turned and drove into a grove of trees Disturbing a hive of bees  The police followed with sirens screaming Their hearts beating fast and hard they were breathing The car finally came to rent near some pines The car was surrounded by all the men combined They yelled to the drive, are you drunk Are you a punk It Christmas Eve and you put us in a funk The driver climbed out and expressed with glee I am none of that I am just three.  

 

   For years, Fletcher ran the newspaper in our village. When his parents arrived, they decided to move to Happily Ever After with Flethcer in tow. The newspaper office stayed vacant for years, and I was heartened to see the lights shining brightly and the paper ready to be printed. The Daily Bone was back in business. Two days earlier, I welcomed my Blogville friend Chester to Rainbow Bridge. He had lived a long and well-lived life, filing reports from his yard. A natural reporter, I knew Chester would take to publishing the Bone with no problem. Chester was rejuvenated when he passed over the Bridge. He had squeezed every bit of life out of his old tired body. Recognizing this, his parents stopped giving him the medicine he hated and let nature take its course. Chester grew tired and confused, but he kept his heartbeats in reserve until his angels told him he could continue reporting at the Bridge. His parents said he could go, and Chester crossed the Bridge the way he

  What do you want for Christmas? Ruby's Answer: I want all dogs to have a happy home for Christmas but since that is impossible I'll take a streak.

  If I had known the dark emotions caused by witnessing so many dogs crossing the Bridge, I might not have agreed to accept the position of judge for my district. Truthfully I was seduced by how good the robe looked on me. Since Hattie Mae sent me clothes, I have been a slave to fashion.    I was naive. I didn’t realize how affected I would be watching friends arrive in the immortal world and feel their parents’ pain that arrived in the newest angels’ wake.    I have more than 1,000 friends on the Doggyspace Social Network, and I have been there when most of the crossed over. One of the survivors ran out of heartbeats this week and joined us at the Bridge.      This week the newest angel to arrive was my old friend Boudica, faithful companion and child of Momma Eleanor. Together they played a deadly game against arthritis, hip dysplasia, spondylosis, and the normal aging process. Momma Eleanor and Boudica played every poorly dealt hand wisely, including acupuncture to eke out as

  Friendly Fill-ins  We're participating in Friendly Fill-ins sponsored b y   Four Legged Furballs   and   15 and Meowing . Here are the answers as provided, in blue, by Ruby Rose a one year of smooth coated Brussels Griffon.      1. This time of year, my parents not buying me a Trump digital trading NFT card  puts me in a Grinch-like mood. Dammit people,it's an investment. 2. My favorite kind of Christmas cookie is dropped on the floor, stepped on a few times, and was previously dunked in a Mexican mudslide. 3. When my husband's best friend shows up without texting first and has written out, in detail, why he loves me, and I stand there with the door open, in the winter, until he gets through all his cards, which I don't even know where he got, you can't buy them at CVS and it makes me wonder if he mail-ordered these cue cards just for me how long has be been planning this so I spend Christmas Eve in the police station waiting for a judge to issue an emerge

e Here is the photo that our friend Sam sent us as inspiration for Poetry Thursday  Jake was stopped by the TSA He had something in his diaper, they did say While his parents waited And grew frustrated Nothing could be found Even after an ultrasound Jake's parents arrived to reclaim him When the TSA reported with face most grim That sometime during their search They put Jake on a perch And now he was gone And the agent did fawn As the parents raged And in a minute ten years the had aged Until they found he was mistaken for baggage And loaded as another package To Newark international Where travelers saw something irrational Jake in baggage claim And to absolve themselves of blame \ The airline said with glee It was proof kids fly for free        

 

  I don't care what Maury says; you're the father.

  Last week I had my first encounter with the mass psychosis that causes humans to put trees in their houses, then try to improve the grandeur of nature by decorating them. Also, I learned if you remove one of the figurines in the Dickens Village, you are told to drop it, but if you put the baby Jesus in your mouth, you are yelled at like you just stopped the second coming. My disapproval of the decorating continued this week. On Tuesday night, we lost power, and I was concerned because it happened during my treat ball preparation. Luckily, even by weak candlelight, my parents could still stuff a ball, and soon I bounced it around the house, the same way cave dogs chased their balls in the days of Yore. My parents, device list, watched me enraptured, although, when I was done, and the power returned, I heard them remark that my show had no character development or plot twists. I blame the ball. When I got the treats out of the ball, which I delayed doing to add suspense for my parent&

I have witnessed many celebrations when someone special crosses the Bridge, but I had never seen one like we had this week when Aunt Linda crossed over to receive her reward for living an exemplary life. She had touched so many people and pets in her life that those that became angels, or were family to mortal souls who had their life affected by Aunt Linda’s kindness, crowded into tiny Hobo’s Landing to give her a welcome which would shake the entire Bridge. Most people cross over to the human section, but it takes a just soul to be welcomed by dogs. There were thousands of pups holding signs signifying their love for her. The only humans were her family members, led by her husband Rudy, who had spent the last year building a castle for this and now awaited patiently to feel her hand in his and carry her home. Around his feet were all the pets she had loved, led by Tiara and Lovey, her sad guardian angels; they

  Lovey was at my office before I arrived. Even for a Shih Tzu, she looked pale. I let her into my office, made her a cup of tea, and asked her what the matter was.   "My mom is coming soon," she said, which was enough to shake angels whose job it is to watch over her.    "It is sad for the survivors," I said sagely. "But for your dogs, being reunited with your mom will awaken emotions in you that has been long dormant. And Tashi will be overjoyed; she has been miserable since leaving your mother's side."   Lovey moved uncomfortably in her chair. "That's the problem." she confided, "it's not Tashi."   I thought she must be confused. We have never had an angel imposter. I knew it had been a tough stretch for Lovey, who in the last year has seen her father, other friends, and family comes to the Bridge. I figured my friend was just tired. I asked he

  My friend Sam is hosting Poetry corner this week and he provided the picture below for inspiration                 I was happily taking a nap When sharp nails on my nose did slap I saw a blur run by And I did not ask why I began chasing the perp Who acts like a jerk It ran down the hall to the door Which mad me bark even more Then he jumped through the opening While, alas I did not stop running Until I slammed through the door nose first And then I feared the worse My head was stuck And I was S++t out of luck I rested my head on the door mat And said "I hate that fu___ng cat"    

 

  Bernie realizes letting his son back the station wagon into the garage was a fatal mistake

  The Ruby Rose Report This was the week my parents lost their minds. After a busy Thanksgiving week on Monday, I thought the next would be quiet. Then a matter most unnatural occurred. My Dad went into my buggy shed and came out with a tree top, and I could not figure out why or what he did with the rest of it. He went into the shed again and brought out two more tree pieces. Apparently, he has been running a tree-growing operation from my shed. I hope my buggy won't be taken as evidence when the tree inspectors arrive and shut down the illegal activity. My mom sat in the living room. She did not seem surprised when he brought in a tree section, then shoved it into the stand. I could tell immediately it was the wrong piece and tried to bark at my parents, but they responded by telling me to be quiet. They couldn't get the tree part to fit and "light up" (great, a smoking tree.) My Dad went through the three stages of frustration: Yelling HBO words, blaming the

    15andmeowing AND Four-Legged Furballs  have provide Four sentences with words left out which WE fill in!  my answers are in red. 1. I don’t like empty spaces in my food – without empty space I would have a lot more food . 2. My to-do list for December includes: Sleep, eat, poop, cuddle, and hope this is finally the year that Dan Cortese comes for Christmas 3. I still need to eat breakfast before it is super time. . 4. To me, doing shots and swapping stories with Dan Cortese is the most important part of the holiday season.    

it IS POETRY THURSDAY AND HERE IS THE PHOTO THAT angel sammy provided to inspire a poem.  Below is my humble effort Aretha could carry a dozen pots without any hands She was the greatest pot carrier in the land  She was humble about her ability And she did not like anyone saying differently. Then one day a film crew came to town To interview the girls who wore pots like a crown Soon she saw herself on the silver screen And she began to primp and preen Her friends grew jealous, calling her the queen And complained that her fame made her mean Until one day word came of a girl who could balance more And soon she showed up at Aretha's front door She lay down a challenge to take place that day Aretha thought a win would be child's play But she didn't make it six feet Before her efforts ended in defeat And she soon they all said You can't carry pots when you've got a big head