Poetry Thursday

 

 Today is Poetic Thursday hosted by our pals Teddy and Angel Sammy at

 Two Spoiled Cats

You bought a new coat?

Put it on the porch

An anchor for the boat?

Put it on the porch

You need the note I wrote?

I put it on the porch

You need the oats for the goat?

Look on the porch

In our house the closet is full

We can’t open the door no matter how much we pull

We have books stacked up on the window sill

The cabinets are so full opening the door could kill

Timmy could’t find his ball

It was lost on the porch

Sally lost her favorite doll

Somewhere on the porch

Martha wanted to make a call

But someone left the phone on the porch

Grandpa couldn’t find his alcohol

It was stored somewhere on the porch

It was so full no one could shut the window 

Nothing to keep out the rain or snow

Nothing to stop when the wind does blow

Cold and wet was the status quo.  

Sissy said she was cold and needed a blanket warm

But it was on the porch

 Marty wanted an umbrella for the storm

But it was on the porch

Uncle Joe needed his drugs to perform

But could not find them on the porch

And no one had see Uncle Norm

Since he climbed out on the porch

Until one day the overstuffed porch fell

And the family belongings were scattered from heaven to hell

And now there is nothing left to tell

Because the family now had nothing but a hole in the wall where they did dwell,

Wordless Wednesday

 

Beat This Caption

 

When Larry's parents found him up late watching Cinemax the argument over his being neutered was effectively settled.

Monday Question:

 How many vets have your parents taken their pets in the last 25 years and if they left the practice?

You don't need to count emergency vets

Ruby's Answer

Norton Animal Hospital: Left because of long wait and chaotic waiting room.

Bridgewater Animal Hospital: Left because there were too many clientele and little personal attention.

Middleboro Animal Clinic: Great vet but he retired

Raynham Small Animal Clinic: Vet bragged about Millie Bush's vet, picked up Foley by her back legs to examine her, insisted on dental work which was booked eight months out.

Rayham Aniaml Hospital: The worst. My parents brought their three year old Papillon Jax to them. Jax was in terrible pain. The doctor said it was a pinched nerve. Three days later Jax went to the Bridge. A judge found the vet negligent but my parents lost on appeal to the lying jerkface.,

Dighton Animal Clinic: A very nice doctor but she only worked part time and at a hospital the rest of the time

Taunton Animal Hospital: Been then for eight years and so far are happy with the vet and staff

: Left because of long wait and chaotic waiting rooom

Bridfewa

EDITED AND REPOSTED -Foley's Tails From Rainbow Bridge: Zaphod Joins Lee

 

Usually, when dogs are reunited at the Bridge, they happily greet one another, but when Zaphod passed this week, a month after his sister Lee, it was a terrible double blow for his beloved family.

When Zaphod crossed the Bridge Lee was not there to meet him. I knew she was aware because angels always are when it comes to family. Curious, as Zaphod walked away from his induction, I followed.

Lee was sitting on a green hill overlooking the river and didn’t move when Zaphod curled beside her and put his head on her back. They didn’t speak for several minutes until Lee said:” You were supposed to stay longer.”

Zaphod sighed, “You were too. The day when I found you, and you couldn’t move, it was the hardest day of my life.”

“Don’t remind me,” Hailey said.  

“I never told you I was running out of heartbeats,” Zaphod said. “I made a deal with the Big Guy that I would leave for the Bridge when the snow melted in our yard.”

“It’s Canada, I thought I was at least good through early June, but the darn global warming changed all that.”

“I blame the tariffs.”

They fell silent again. “Do you think Mom is going to be okay?” Zaphod asked the senior angel.

“In time,” Lee said. “We are right, and for a while, we will be the first thing she thinks of when she wakes up, but someday we will be the second thing, then the third, and finally the fourth. Anything lower than that is disrespectful.”

“We will get her the perfect new dog,” Zaphod said.

“Yes, like you.”

Zaphod was taken aback. His sister had never said that. When Zaphod asked why she said that Hailey explained that she is now an angel, and angels don’t lie. “You were a stray, and because of your hard beginning you were so appreciative, and that shined through. You loved purely, and fiercely. Sure, you could have eaten less of your poop, or rabbit poop, or my poop, or strange poop, and rolled around less in poop, and smelled less like poop, but, outside of that you were perfect.”

Zaphod said Lee was perfect too, and meant it because he was now an angel and an angel tells the truth. Lee said thank you.

“I have a question,” Zaphod said after a pause.

“You want to know if there is poop here.”

“How did you know?”

“Wherever we go, you ask about poop,” Lee observed. “It wouldn’t be dog heaven without poop.”

Zaphod asked what they do now

“We wait and watch,” Lee said.

“For what?”

“For what comes next.”

“I don’t like waiting, or not knowing what is next,” Zaphod said.

“You won’t mind it here,” Lee told her brother.

And she was right. Zaphod lay down next to his sister, waiting for what came next, and watching over their parents, long after they become the fourth thing their parents think about because they are concentrating on the new dogs in their lives, wisely chosen by Zaphod and Lee.

Together again, now and forever.

Nature Friday: A Lone Flower

This week we join https://llbinourbackyard.blogspot.com/ to celebrate Nature Friday.

 I found a flower in a place where there should be no flower.

It was within inches of our driveway where cars roam like buffalo stomping anything delicate in it's path.

It grew amongst a thousand white stones that have comprised a walk way between our house and garden for four generations of dogs (which may not seem long to humans, but to us dogs it is a great deal of time indeed.)

It is a shade of yellow so delicate it can not be synthetically duplicated. Van Gogh came the closest and went mad doing so, a small price to pay for being able to create nature's beauty with just a skilled hand and sharp imagination.

The flower is beauty where there is no room for beauty.

Is there any room for beauty in this dark, cold, wicked world.

Flowers are the works of elves, but the last of them passed over the river this winter, leaving orcs, dwarves, and trolls who work on hard stone that crushes beauty under heavy black rocks.

And yet, in the darkest days. in a world of cold stone, beauty finds a way/

It won't last for long, it is too delicate for this world, but I will treasure the beauty while it is here/

Because it is hope during this time of despair, it is beauty in this time of ugliness, it is light in the darkness.

If a delicate flower can survive amongst darkness maybe there is hope for us all.

They say keep your head up.

They are wrong.

Keep your head down and watch for the flowers.

If anything can lead us from the darkness, it is the world's delicate little miracles. They can teach us about perseverance and survival. 

Poetry Thursday

It is poetry Thursday and our two spoiled cats have provided for us the picture below as inspiration.

Holly was born with an hourglass figure

As she grew her friends remarked her butt and breasts could not be bigger

Holy lived a life of vigor

Despite having no arms, not even a finger

One day Holly was approached by a fashion designer

Who wanted Holly to hire her

The girl was intrigued, finding clothes had been a problem since being a minor

And having clothes that fit her figure could not be finer.

Holly agreed to allow the designer to make her a dress

Something that would not fail to impress

Something that would cover her large butt and not cause her stress

Something that would make her a success

The designer only had one request to say

That Holly show off her  dress on the runway

Holly agreed right a way

And counted the days to the dress unveiling day

When the dress was done "it looks like a light bulb" is all she said

And thought it was something she would only be caught in while dead

And even if buried in it the only part wold fit it in the coffin was her head

But the designer insisted she walk the aisle despite her dread.

Walking on the runaway Holly wobbled like a bowling pin

Most of the audience was horrified but on did grin

His mind thinking of sin

Wishing to find a big lamp and screw her in

Wordless Wednesday

 

Beat This Caption

 

Please Lord, I swear, I will never pee outside the litter box again if you will just let him drop a little tuna. 

Monday Question

 Where is your favorite spot to sit and watch the world?

Ruby's Answer

Like this pup my favorite spot is standing at the kitchen window

The Ruby Rose Report: Momma's Got Wheels

 

My Mom has wheels.

They came in a box from the deepest darkest Amazon where you can get anything you want (excepting Alice.)

They came in a big box. I was told to beware of women with big boxes. Lots of remote controls were lost up there. I suppose they are popular, since I hear a lot about Big Box Stores (although I think it is something you should come by naturally.) People say you shouldn’t buy things from the Big Box store, or from Amazon. A big box from Amazon must be particularly troublesome.

Also, whenever we get something from the Amazon, even the tiny box ones, from the capuchin monkey line, it is trouble, because Daddy needs to put something together, and he will make a cluster of pucks from it, and will inevitably lose important parts, or they are too deep in the big box to be located.

Before the wheels were built Daddy asked Mommy to read the instructions, a perfect example of the cripples leading the blind to the bus station before sending them to panhandle in Omaha.

This was a breakthrough. Usually, Daddy likes to make a mess of things on his own, but now he requested help to give him deniability if he built it wrong and Mommy rolled all the way to the sea.

Fortunately, the big box contained an almost finished product, except for a couple of bars. This concerned me. I didn’t want my Mommy to drink and roll.

Mommy tried it out, wheeling around the house, and thenput me on the soft seat, and gave me a ride. I tried to relax and enjoy it but it was like taking your first ride in a plane designed by members of Congress. At any point I had to be able to bail.

Thankfully things with the roller have rolled right along.

Mommy still uses her cane most of the time, because she prefers to lurch than roll, but when she goes in the car she brings her wheels, in case the car wheels fall off, and my Mom can propel us home Flintstones time. 

She has even gone for walks with Daddy and I, or at least a walk. I usually meander about on walks, but nothing makes you pay attention like a Grammy with a license to roll.

Our rolling walks are short. You don’t want to wear out your big box wheels and have to take a canoe to the deepest part of the Amazon to return it. 

Plus, you have to wipe your wheels after rolling and the bigger the wipe the wider the rolls.

So now my Mommy is rolling on wheels of fire burning down the track.

Please notify our next of kin if those wheels explode 

Friday Fill Ins

 

Our  Friendly Fill in Feline Friends had provided fill ins for me to complete.

My parts are in bold

1.When my parents leave without me it hurts my feelings.

2. Things on my not to do list include ending the war in the Ukraine in my first 100 days in office. The whole thing is white people's business..

3. My many chew bones are inanimate objects that cheers me up.

4. I wish I could hire someone to go for walk with my Dad. Honestly I am just as happy on the couch.

Poetry Thursday

It is poetry Thursday and our two spoiled cats have provided for us the picture below as inspiration.

Tom dreamed of a job in politics

But when he spoke he came across as a lunatic

Being elected would take a magic trick

Fraud was his bailiwick

He found fraud in the study of hurricanes

He found fraud in the study of rain

He found fraud in the way we control pain

He did such a good job fraud became his domain

Then he learned of fraud that made him sick

A billion dollars to study the common tick

He knew he could recoup the money spent real quick

And flush from the government all the bolsheviks

Tom learned the studies were being done deep in the woods.

To avoid being bit Tom wore long sleeves and a hood.

He followed a trail as far as he could

Despite being hot and sweaty he knew the outcome would be good.

Tom was confused when he found a desk in the weeds.

There were pills on the table that stopped him in his try to proceed

There didn’t seem the be anyone there not even a flea.

But on the seat was something he could not believe was he could see

Sitting in the chair was a tiny tick

The kind that when it bites makes you sick

Tom almost crushed it with a broomstick

Until the tick yelled “stop you lunatic.”

The tick was named Rick

“You thought someone else would do tick studies other than a tick.

I am doing great work here watching children get lime disease at a picnic.

And you should give me credit for doing 16 rhymes for tick and not, until the very last line, to call you a dick.

Wordless Wednesday

 

Beat This Caption

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The economy has gotten so bad cats can't afford their own eyebrows and need to go halfsies with siblings

Monday Question

 How long has your pack been part of social media>

Who was the first pet to post?

When my parents learned of a social network site devoted to dogs, called Doggy Space they decided to check it out.

That was 18 years ago.

Foley Monster was the first to post

Poetry Thursday

 

It is Thursday which means the Two Spoiled Cats have provided another photo to inspire our poetic muse

Tim had to pee

But store managers would not let him as much as he did plea

He had no money and needed somewhere to pee for free.

He couldn’t even slip behind a tree.

He ran into a restaurant and said please help me

I really got to pee

And was told to feel free

And was given the bathroom key

He opened the bathroom door in glee

And then saw what was surely a crime to humanity

At the risk of hyperbole

The urinals were blocked off relieving himself was far from a fait accompli.

Tim went back to the manager with a plea

Take down the wall so he could wee

“I can’t do that, I am sorry we don’t agree

You see customers made a mess so the wall makes a clean urinal is a guarantee

Tim hurried back in the bathroom like a desperate banshee 

He had an inspiration that would relieve him of pee

He watched the NBA and liked shots from the three

And he was going to pee high over the wall like a desperate show by Steph Curry

Over the wall and into the urinal went his wee

But there was something he could not foresee

His pee lost pressure and splashed against the wall making him soaked like he got stuck in a rain storm in Hawaii

When he walked back outside the manager gave him a towel and said he could use the shower for a small fee