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
Wednesday, July 31, 2024
Tuesday, July 30, 2024
Beat This Caption
How stupid does she think I am? Telling me I'm the father and making me sit on the eggs while she goes partying, and when they crack she's nowhere to be seen and this black head pops out of the shell. And she said she and Arthur were only friends. I am going in that bar, grabbing her by the leg, and dragging her back to the nest.
Monday, July 29, 2024
Sunday, July 28, 2024
Foley's Tales From Rainbow Bridge: Welcoming Uva
Uva saw the light.
The beloved dog of Gabrilea and her husband Uva was on the other side of 15, and all that was keeping the Bridge angels away was a powerful desire to stay with her parents.
Occasionally, the Dark Angels, who claim reluctant souls and guide them to the Bridge, forget about a delinquent soul, move on, and these lucky pets outlive their expected heartbeats.
But other times the Dark Angels send pain, disease, and discomfort, increasing it each day until life is unbearable.
This is what happened to Uva.
And yet she hid it from her parents until the pain was too much.
Uva was in her yard, breathing slowly, deciding if he should finally send the signal to his mom that it was time when he saw a light in the woods.
Curious, she stood and began to walk into the area her parents had sworn her not to go alone. Every step became easier, and she could breathe again. Then she felt her body pass over, and the next thing she experienced was the warm water that flowed under the Bridge. She climbed out and crossed the rainbow-covered Bridge where her friends, and her parents' former dogs, all now angels, awaited her.
Uva was young again, all her pain gone, and safe with her friends. She greeted them all warmly and had a spring in her step. She ran around, testing her legs, and barked happily, back to being fully voiced.
His friends, the angels, kept him busy, so he could not see what happened in his wake, how his parents were frantic when they learned he was missing, how the local authorities began to search the area, and how his dad found his mortal remains in the world, which his soul had abandoned when she crossed over.
Uva would find out the next day, which was frustrating and sad for her: Because she could not find a way to signal her Mom that she was at their forever final home: Waiting.
That is the hardest thing for all angels, to learn how to send their parents a signal. Most never do. But I am betting that Uva does.
Because her mom needs to know the only things that have changed are her location and availability. That Uva is young again, and waiting.
I am sure Uva will succeed, and renew her mom's belief in life without end, and that we will all be together one joyous day.
When we all walk into the light.
Friday, July 26, 2024
The Ruby Rose Report: Ruby Goes to War Against Facebook.
The next day I got an email from Facebook that they removed the post because it was an attempt by me to link something to try and get links.
Well, duh!
I appealed the decision te
lling them I wrote the blog and my friends liked reading it.
It was immediately denied.
The only way to get my appeal heard was to go to the Facebook offices.
Foley had left direction on how to go anywhere in the world. All I had to was follow her detailed input directions for the computer, then hop on the keyboard, and I would be uploaded to wherever I chose to go.
It seemed too perilous.
But this was my blog.
That night I made my move. I put in the code, jumped on the keyboard, and was lifted to Facebook's office located in a dark tower where outside it only rained.
I hopped off one of the many computers. At first, I thought it was empty, but then I realized they were all manned by thin almost translucent minions all furiously writing code.
I slipped out of the room, past an empty Mr. Pub can, and crushed Doritos bags.
I went down a darkened hallway, past rooms overflowing with Spam, pokes, and men with European names consisting of all known vowels, who are commissioned officers of the US Air Force and all want to be your friend.
At the very top, I found Zuckergburg's lair. He was sitting on a throne made of cables, jacks, and fiber optics. I asked him why he had removed my blog and he began to speak of community standards and algorithms. That is when I saw movement behind a curtain.
"Pay no attention," Zuckerberg wanted, but I have always had a cat's curiosity. I pulled open the curtain and found a giant weasel pounding away at the computer. He was the Weasel of Oz and controlled all the Facebook accounts in the world.
"I heard your request," he pled. "It's been denied. We don't want your happy little dog stories on our site. We want ranting political statements, not please to save dogs in a shelter, we want pictures of bad food, not family photos. Most of all we want you angry, and chaotic, so we can control you and spread unrest." Then he told me they could not let me go.
I ran until I saw an open computer and was able to upload myself back home.
And now I am free to spread the word.
The Facebook weasels are trying to destroy us all.
I always thought it was obvious.
Thursday, July 25, 2024
Poetry Thursday
We are again participating in Two Spoiled Cats Poetry Thursday
Here is the photo that was selected to inspire us
When Irish Red was a little baby
Sleeping in his pretty crib
There was a plug up in the kitchen sink and the water would not drain
Irish Red said: “Give me a war each and a small plunger,”
Because the plumber’s life is meant for me
Oh Lord the plumber’s life is meant for me”
Now the momma she said to Irish Red
“Babies cannot fix a kitchen sink oh no,”
Irish Red took the wrench and then fixed the pipe
He said, “There never will be a leak I can’t beat, Lord Lord.”
“There’s never been such a leak.”
Plumber Henry heard about. the baby.
And came to see Red unplug a john
Henry said, “a plumber tiny and skilled will make me rich rich rich,”
“That little kid is going to make me rich.”
Irish Red climbed into tight crawl spaces
And he fixed, installed, and unplugged
Til he said to Henry the plumber “pay me my money down.
Or I’m going to baby unionize.”
I am going to baby unionize.”
Henry the plumber dared. Irish Red
To crawl on that picket line
Then he heard a great uprising
And saw baby doctors, nurses, firemen, and lawyers
All of them ready to strike, strike, strike
The babies were on strike.
Henry made a bet with Irish Red for all the plumbing jobs in this
That in a half hour he could clear ten johns filled with poo
But he worked too hard right through nap time
And Red slowed down because his tired, tired, tired-headed baby was soon napping.
Now Irish Red had himself a sister
By the name of Polly Sue
She walked up to the toilets and grabbed the plunger
And she cleared out that shit like a man.
She cleared out that shit like a man.
Since then every Monday morning
bluebird begins to sing
You can hear Red and Polly plugin ging hundreds of toilets
You can hear the Baby and Polly plumbing company working hard
The only working plumbers in town Lord Lord
The sibling babies were the only plumbers in town
Wednesday, July 24, 2024
Tuesday, July 23, 2024
Monday, July 22, 2024
Monday Question
What do you think about water?
Do you like or hate baths?
Have you swam?
In a pool?
In a lake?
In the ocean?
Do you pull to go home if you are on a walk if it starts to rain?
Do you hate puddles?
Do you hate having wet paws?
Do you hate having them dried off?
I don't like water.
I get bathed at the groomer's and cooperate but I don't like it.
I have never swam and don't like to walk in the rain.
To me, water is only to drink.
Sunday, July 21, 2024
River Song's Tails From Rainow Bridge: River Welcomes Sweetness
This week I, River Song, am taking over the angel blog
because my sister is still hungover from celebrating her birthday to excess, and
I have special connection with a cat, Sweetness, who arrived at the Bridge last
week. I knew her from following her blog, but my true connection is that her
brother, the celestial Paddy O’Malley, transitioned to the Bridge shortly after
I did, and we bonded like college, away from home for the first time.
Because of this Foley appointed me the Doggyspace and
Blogville ambassador to the Cat Blogosphere, which wasn’t necessary, since they
are right next to one another, and we cross back and forth thousands of times a
day but was still an honor.
When Paddy told me that Sweetness would be coming to her
final forever home he did so with a mix of happiness and sadness, all angels
do, happy to see long missed loved one, and sad because it is an angel’s duty
to protect their family, which we do, winning more often than not, but always
losing to time.
I found Paddy at
his home straightening things in what was to be Sweetness’s room. There was sun
coming through the four big windows landing on a white fluffy bed with
Sweetness embroidered on the side. “Do you think she will like it?” Sweetness
asked.
“She’ll love
it,” I promised. The truth was she would have loved anything. Cats have
reputations as being hard to please, but I find they are happy with a warm,
soft bed, tasty food, sporadic attention, and love, all of which could be
provided by Paddy.
“We should get
going,” Paddy said checking the clock on the wall, “her transition has begun.”
Paddy had felt
it. Angels are in tune with their people, and when her mother took all of the
pain that Sweetness had been feeling on herself, and sent Sweetness free, Paddy
felt it in his heart. He wanted to go to her but knew his mom would prefer he
be there to greet Sweetness.
Her soul had
left her body, found the first bit of water, and followed it into rivers, then
seas, then oceans, until it came to the whirlpool between worlds. She went
down, then came up, and was at the Bridge, then up on the bank, over the Bridge
and towards us.
I told Paddy I
felt bad, knowing cats did not like to be wet, but he told me it was fine.
Somehow he had a towel I had not seen before. I wish I knew where pantless cats
kept stuff.
Paddy met
Sweetness, gave her the towel, and then they leaned into one another. Dogs,
when they were reunited, go right to playing, but cats are more dignified, and
hug, then groom one another.
It was quite
lovely, but I didn’t want Pocket tonguing me when I crossed. It’s just the
difference between cats and dogs.
I nodded my
greeting to Sweetness as Paddy lead her to her forever home.
It was a much
more subdued ceremony than with dogs, but neater, with no slobbering, which was
nice.
But, it was filled
with love, lota of love. All new angels.
It keeps the
world spinning, and makes it makes it continue, without end.
Even the
Bridge.
Friday, July 19, 2024
The Ruby Rose Report: Setting the Tone on Day One
Two years ago, last week, when I flew first class, with a paid escort next to me, from my Florida home to North, a land known as New England, I knew, for the first time in my life winter was coming, and I wanted no part of it.
I left on a Saturday morning, and the plane was delayed, which meant I missed my connector, and my escort and I had to sit in a Georgia airport for more than an hour, then I boarded another flight, and a few hours later I landed in Providence reeling like a flying Pilgrim. I met my parents and knew we would fit together like peas, and another smaller version of a pea,
My escort told my parent they might want to take me out of the pee, but they were instantly falling in love, which means they suspended all reason and were existing on duck farts.
So, I left my escort and took a very short walk in the sunshine to the car. Honestly, traveling to TF Green in Providence is a dream. No traffic going in, great parking, and there is a shining new concourse. If you have to go to New York or Jersey it is quicker to land at Green and drive.
We got to my new house, and Mommy told Daddy I must have to pee, and man, did I. But, I had heard stories of New England winters where paws freeze when hitting the ground, and groups of snowmen that roam the tundra eating what anything they find stranded on the snow. And don’t get me started on polar bears. I am a tiny dog and have no way to protect myself from invisible bears.
I held on to my pee. If I started peeing outside now they would expect me to do it all the time, and come winter, I would be in danger of freezing my kibbles.
River, when she recruited me to be the new house dog, told me there were pee pads in the laundry room.
You know when you have to pee and you hold it in, but when you get to the peeing place the need to go is overwhelming? That’s how I was in that yard, crossing my eyes, and my knees. Finally, my dad did the husband giving up, which only lasted until his wife told him he was a fool; and sent us back out to try again for another ten minutes until finally that lady relented. I went inside, found the pads, and peed for a minute.
After that, I have been doing my business inside, in the warmth and dry in the winter, and air-conditioned comfort during this terrible heat wave.
My advice to new dogs is to hold on as long as you can, so you too don’t have to pee in inclement weather.
In the long run, your parents will thank you.
Thursday, July 18, 2024
Poetry Thursday
It is time for another installment of Poetry corner with out hosts Angel Sammy and Teddy.
They provided for the photo below to inspire our poerty
Peg had an awful week
She had quit her job in a fit of pique
And her boyfriend, on a gambling losing streak
Had emptied her bank account like a sneak.
It was all driving her insane
The lack of job and savings would be the reason this lifestyle she could not maintain
Most of all it was an endless, throbbing, tooth pain
Which needed medical services she had no money to obtain.
Peg’s sister Marion was a pest
A mankiller, a whore, a real tempest
Who worked down town as a hygienist
And said she could get Peg, at a low cost, a dentist.
When she arrived at the dentist’s office there were some things that made her want to flee.
Like that the office was in a tree.
And the dentist was a monkey.
Now she knew why a bushel of bananas was the fee.
Pam was told to sit in the chair
While the dentist licked his arm hair
And Pam denounced this country’s expensive healthcare.
Then the monkey got on her lap, pried open her llips and took a look in there.
The monkey reached in her mouth and with bare stubby fingers pulled out the offending truth
And she immediately felt better if she were to tell the truth
And Pam had to admit even if the doctor was a hit uncouth
He was the best dentist in all of Duluth.
Wednesday, July 17, 2024
Tuesday, July 16, 2024
Beat This Caption
Monday, July 15, 2024
Monday Question
Where are your favorite(s) places to be rubbed or scratched?
I never turn down a scratch but I enjoy them on my lower half, specifically the butt and the belly the most
Sunday, July 14, 2024
Fireworks, what are they go for? a Guest Post From Pocket Angel Dog
Hello, my friends. This week Foley has allowed me to write the blog. Last Tuesday was Foley Monster Day, her birthday, and she is sleeping off a week of wild partying. Anything can happen at a Foley Monster party, save one: Fireworks.
No angel will have fireworks at a party. We are no longer afraid of them. But it is out of respect for the many mortal souls who spend the days around our country’s Independence living in fear, which, when the show begins, turns into a blind panic where we forget all our training.
I am the only pup my mom has had who was afraid of fireworks, a fairly good record for a five-dog pack over nearly 30 years.
I did not like thunder and lightning either, but the fireworks were worse because they went on for hours.
I was lucky to be small. Daddy would carry me around the house. Sometimes we would stop, and he showed me the fireworks, saying there was nothing to be worried about.
Just unexplained, loud, colorful, explosions in the sky.
Dad was very patient with me, doing all he could to keep me at an eight on the nervous scale.
I always felt bad, feeling like I was inconveniencing him. Now, when it thunders, or there are fireworks, it makes him miss me more.
My Day was doing what tens of thousands of pet owners do during the week of our country’s independence. They pet, they soothe, they hold, and they pray that the barrage will stop. Sometimes it does stop. Sometimes it begins again and continues past midnight and into the crooked numbered hours.
And it starts at dusk the next night, and maybe the night after that.
They all run together for us, that is how it is in hell.
When I was a mortal dog I never knew why people were allowed to set fire to the sky. Every other time, you can’t disturb the peace. Since I became immortal I learned the reason: Patriotism.
I used to think that word meant everyone fighting for their country, and one another.
But I was wrong.
It means doing what you want, even if it is illegal, and hurts your neighbors. And the souls they love.
To speak out against it is to be the worst thing: Unpatriotic. To avoid that label the police don’t stop these endless backyard displays. To avoid that label the lawmakers won’t pass laws to arrest, prosecute and fine those who set off illegal explosions that only bring joy to the fool with the match, and their drunken friends.
I thought when someone was killed shooting off fireworks they would stop: They haven’t.
I thought that when dozens of dogs end up getting loose and running for their lives, to be taken in by animal control until their parents are found they would stop: They haven’t.
It’s a shame.
The only time I am glad to be at the Bridge is the first week in July.
I know thousands of dog lovers who, if they could afford it, would flee the country that week.
You know, for patriotism.
Since I was a pup something has broken in our country.
I think it was patriotism.
Friday, July 12, 2024
The Ruby Rose Report: The Crate Door
My parents had a cookout to go to on the Fourth of July, one that I was neither invited to nor barred from. My participation was fully at the whims of my parents.
Let me be clear. I did not want to go. There would be my least favorite things there: People, and even worse, small children. Wet little tykes. Dripping from the cement pond. Who would want to hug me, pressing their wet suits against me, and I have no choice but to soak in their wet like a reluctant sponge?
Also, I would not be the only dog there.
Mommy’s nephew brings his dog Aiden. He loves his family the pool, the kids, and the heat. It loves everything.
If you ask me it’s a little with the loving.
He lets wet kids hug him, as well as dry old people, and damp middle-aged people.
I have not met him, but I have smelled him on my people, which is rude.
So, what I’m saying is I didn’t want to go.
I didn’t want my parents to go either.
This is when having a mischievous angel sibling is fun,
I am more comfortable in my crate on the rare occasions I am left alone so I was not responsible for what happened next.
My parents said goodbye and were ready to go out when the door on my crate fell off.
You all know crates. They are tiny plastic fortresses. Doors don’t just pop off, at least not without some pressure from the inside.
My parents put the door on, and locked it, then went to leave again when the door fell off, and I heard River snickering.
They went to put the door on again when they noticed the clip-on top of the non-locking side was missing. Then looked for it and could not find it.
It made no sense. But they weren’t counting on the interference of River, a devilish little angel.
There was no way the door was going on, that was clear, but my parents are intellectuals which meant they spent 15 minutes trying to outsmart the door and get it to stay. They failed, and they were now twenty minutes late. The people, already at the cookout, began to hope that “those dreadful people,” would not be attending.
My Dad, who thinks everything can be fixed with duct tape, picked up a roll, My Mom dismissed it with a curt “no.”
They remembered when they first got me they had bought a soft-sided travel bag and got that, but it was seven pounds, and a few inches ago, and they could not leave me in such cramped circumstances.
They realized they could put the crate facing the wall, which would hold the door in place, but they didn’t want me to not be able to see what I usually could when created, the floor and the bottom of the couch. How would I survive without such reverting entertainment?
Finally, they settled on using an unplugged space heater which would block the unhinged part of the door.
Of course, they could have left the door off. I had no desire to be out of the crate.
Once they were gone River appeared to me and explained that her interference was not to keep me out of the crate, but to delay my parents’ arrival by a half hour, cutting the time of attendance on this hot Fourth of July by a half hour,
Angels help our humans even when they don’t realize it.
The River came into my crate, and we played canasta until my parents got home.
And they ordered a new crate.
This is what they could have done, but they have some ideas on how to fix it without paying for a new one.
I may never be left alone again.
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Thursday, July 11, 2024
Thursday Poetry
It is time for another installment of Poetry corner with out hosts Angel Sammy and Teddy.
They provided for photo below to inspire our poerty
When Bob was small he had a great imagination
He called himself crazy Bob the daredevil sensation.
The announcer said Crazy Bob has no trepidation.
A hero for this new generation.
Bob put a small board on top of a rock.
And how the neighbors did gawk.
He pedaled his bike and jumped over the side walk.
But in his mind he flew like a hawk.
He pictured it being the Grand Canyon where he did jump.
And when he was the highest his first he did pump.
He landed hard hurting his rump.
But he didn’t care, after that no one would call him a chump.
But soon the time came for Bob to put aside his childish dreams.
Such things won’t fly when you’re
in your teens.
He was told to get good grades, be a good boy and no daredevil
scenes.
Being a normal hardworking student was now his theme.
Then came marriage and then came kids.
Doing anything out of the norm was forbid.
There were bills, work, and doing everything right to keep
the family off the skids.
And it became more so when the kids’ made grandkids.
At 65 Bob did retire
His wife passed and kids moved to the Berkshires.
He lost his balance and walking became dire.
He was alone in a chair with nothing to aspire.
Then he saw a boy wearing googles that he did like
Leaping off a ramp like he was Fonzie on a motorbike.
And Bob smiled, hit the gas, and let out a yell most warlike.
He soared over canyons, and into the sky, even ancient, he
was again a happy tyke.
Wednesday, July 10, 2024
Tuesday, July 9, 2024
Beat This Caption
My tunneling skills come through again!
They think the can lock me in the bathroom!
You can't lock up sweet Mr. Wiggles
Monday, July 8, 2024
Monday Question
How did you do with the fireworks?
And can our parents do anything to stop it, especially the back door ones
My parents are I were lucky, i am not bothered with by fireworks, but feel terrible for my friends that do.
My dad has, since the days of Pocket being scared to death, has said he was going to talk to his State Rep, but the knowledge that it would change nothing stop him
Sunday, July 7, 2024
Foley's Tales from Rainbow Bridge: The Twice Saved Dof
We all know humans can be stupid. They are so enamored with their stupidity they come together every four years to elect the dumbest one as their leader.
A person is a true danger when that stupidity is matched with cruelty. That point was made crystal clear to me last week.
I got a page to hurry to the angel-swearing-in spot. This usually happens when a [et dies suddenly, and it is often a hard transition, as an animal’s mind becomes confused somewhere between our worlds,
But, luckily, Max, the pit bull, remembered his last horrifying minutes.
He, his kitty sister, and German Shepherd brother were going on vacation together. Their tired parents pulled into the parking lot of a hotel where they hoped to spend the sultry Indana[polis ni[eght. Their parents, Norma Light and Charles Thomas, realized pets were not allowed to stay in the hotel, so those parents locked their pets in the car and went to bed blissfully enjoying the air conditioning.
I will pause here to let out parents scream into a pillow.
I had no idea how to help the two animals being cooked live, but angels rush in where fools fear to tred. I got to the car and saw there was not much time left. Neither pet could breathe and were so thirsty. I asked myself what my dad always does in the car and told the German Shephard to blow the horn.
It was the most unnatural thing for a dog to do, but when you see the Bridge Angels coming for you, and you chose the survive, it is time for unprecedented behavior.
The Shephard stood on the front seat with his paws on the horn, and pressed, first weekly, then, like Rose in the North Sea. louder and longer until forces came to his aide
The hotel manager went outside us to see what was causing the ruckus and saw a desperate German shepherd honking the horn. Upon further examination, the manager saw the cat close to death, and that the pit bull had expired. Having no way to break the window the manager ran back to his office and called the police.
Officer Poe was the first to respond. He broke a window and opened the door. The German Shepherd jumped into the officer’s waiting arms. The surviving duo were taken away to cool down and be nitrated.
The car was traced back to the duo who had arrived the evening before. They were arrested and charged with felony animal cruelty-kill. This is where they exit our tale.
The animals needed new homes. And it did not take the German Shepherd long because his saviior, Officer Poe wanted to save the dog again. After a few approving scribbles the German Shepherd was given a new home, a new dad, and a new name: Abby.
Abby’s life was saved by good people. His pit-bull brother lost his life because of bad people.
There are many more good people than bad.
But the damage the bad people do make up for their small numbers.
Thank DoG Abby found good ones
Friday, July 5, 2024
Ruby Rose's Garden Report: July 5, 2024
It is the second week of my garden report. We were going to start in Foley’s Garden but the butterfly bushes in River’s Garden have bloomed and I thought you would like to see one of them.
Next up is, in Foley’s Garden, a turf war between a Wood Lilly and the daisies which the Lillies are winninThe New Guinea impatiens are doing well this year. Sometime they struggle in the hot sun, but this batch looks good
Here is Next up is, in Foley’s Garden, a turf war between a Wood Lilly and the daisies which the Lillies are winninThe New Guinea impatiens are doing well this year. Sometime they struggle in the hot sun, but this batch looks good
another picture of Shasta daisies which are doing better without fighting for attention with the Wood Lillie
Here is Saint Anthony looking at the Johnny Jump Up Daisy like he didn’t order them and does not intend to pay for them.
Big Impatients in a wheelbarrow, little Impatients in a window box.
We have moved to Pocket’s garden where another wood Lily lives.
Twelve years ago Hobo Hudson sent us a little Hydranga. It is now the star of Pocket’s garden.
The Ditch Lillies grow good in Pocket’s garden too
The large Siebold’s Plantation Lily Hostas is just starting to bloom
The Ditch Lillies in the Ruby Rose Rose garden is awakening
The Plantation Lilly around the big fake rock are small and real.
And finally in the Ruby Rose Rose Garden is the 100-year-old Ruby Rose bush.
That is it for my garden report for July. I’ll check back in during August/
Thursday, July 4, 2024
Poetry Thursday
It is time for another installment of Poetry corner with out hosts Angel Sammy and Teddy.
They provided for photo below to inspire our poerty
Larry was a very worried bear
Almost to the point of despair.
It was a week before the polar bear ball
And did he have a date? Not at all
He didn’t have a thing to wear
And no one to go with, Sabrina said no as did Cousin Clair
The morning of the dance Brother Bruce found Larry sitting on a bank
And decided with Larry he needed to be frank
“If you want to attend.” Larry said “just go stag”
Larry answered that if he went with a gay deer he would be a punching bag
Bruce remembered what his mom said was, in dealing with Larry, a rule of thumb
Speak slowly and clearly because Larry is a litle dumb
Bruce knew Larry didn’t stand a chance
Because at the ball it would be clear Larry didnd’t know how to dance
So Bruce decided to do all he could do
To teach his brother to dance, knowing it would fail, in all likelihood.
They slightly swayed to and fro
Shuffling their feet in the snow
Until it was time to go
Larry was ready to put on a show
He strolled in asked for a dance from the first girl her saw
And when he began moving the other bears stood in awe
Because Larry moved like a hair ballerina
Impeessing his date, the princess polar bear, Angelina
He slipped, he slid, he stopped, he bopped, he bumped a did the grime
He moved so quickly he did not see the line
His thoughts in his dancing paradise
He fell through the ice
Usually Larry would have been crestfallen
But he did not care that he had fallen
But nothing bothered him because he had found the answer
From this day forward Larry was a dancer
Wednesday, July 3, 2024
Tuesday, July 2, 2024
Monday, July 1, 2024
Monday Question
It is Independence week the states, a country of immigrants. And I want to know the countries where your parents originated.
It is Independence week the states, a country of immigrants. And I want to know the countries where your parents originated.
If you are not an American, what nationality are your parents, and will you take us in after the election?
My mother is Irish and Portuguese.
My dad is Portuguese and English.
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Are you a trip hazard? Have your parents ever tripped over you? How often? Did anyone get injured
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