My sister Foley, and later our friend from Colorado, Uncle Enzo, both, before they went to the Bridge, ran popular blogs, where they took questions from other dogs, via email, and answered them, under the moniker Aunt Foley, and Uncle Enzo.
Recently, Foley came to me, asking if I wanted to revive the franchise.
Frankly, it sounded like a lot of work, and would cut into my nap time, so I declined.
But, the blog found me.
During a recent walk I found a pee plea for help mail.
It read like this: “I, for the last five years, have lived a blissful life, with just my Mom, here at a retirement community, where there are no bothersome kids except for her grandchildren who don’t stay for long.
“Or so I thought. They have moved in with us for two weeks because their mom went on a cruise. You know who suffers when people go on cruises? The dog.
The kids play with my toys, they spill my water, the ride me, they tail pull, they fake throw the ball, they throw my treats so far I can’t them, and they dress me up. Also, they climb all over my Mom, and I have to sit on a chair alone. Sometimes I growl at them, just as a warning, and Mommy gets mad at me. What am I to do?”
I advised him to give it time. Kids have a way of growing on dogs.
The next day his pee mail message was filled with more complaints, except he said he liked it when the children gave him hugs and rubbed his fur.
I thought that his mood was changing and advised him to give it another few days and then he could eat them if they had not improved,
I was happy to read the next day that he had decided not to eat the children because he found them fun to chase around the yard.
The next few days the pee spot was dry, but on the third there was a long message, that. He was sad, because the children went home, and he missed them.
I told him they will be back, and to enjoy his mom time while he could. I would have written more but I didn’t drink a lot that morning.
The next day I squirted out that this spot under the tree was for those who needed emotional pee support.
So if you need help stop by and pee.
Aunt Ruby is on duty
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Interesting, as I, though of the cat species have similar issues I must deal with. Do you help felines? Provide advice and counsel to us, or consider us lesser creatures unworthy of your attention? You see I live alone, with my aging woman, in a senior place. I am hugely thankful and blessed no small humans visit. However, I do not like large humans either. They are here rarely. In the past I would hide from them, however I now believe it is my duty to "protect and defend" my human, as she is now so old and feeble, yet I do not like this responsibility. I stay close to her, at her feet of which she strangely only has two. I hiss (have not perfected my bark), growl (likely weaker than yours), puff up my furs, and put on big eyes. In spite of these behaviors these unwelcome humans just say "oh look isn't she being cute? how adorable?" And often ask, "may I give her some treats?" Now I do love and readily eat treats offered, while attempting to bite their fingers, but it does not make me like them. So: because of your wealth of experience, the knowledge gained from your dear ancestral angels I am hoping you will be able to share with me many more tactics I can employ. Things that will discourage these unwelcome visitors from ever returning. Even how to draw blood! Yes, drawing blood would be really really good! Thank you for any consideration you can provide ... yours sincerely, and in serious need of your counsel, June the Cat Adamus.
ReplyDeleteI will give you an answer next Sunday
DeleteThat poor pup was sad when the kids went home. Next time they come he will be happy to have their company right from the start.
ReplyDeleteGood job, Ruby!
ReplyDeleteMOL MOL MOL I am cracking up at June's comment.
ReplyDeleteI can recall one incident that Milky-Way, our first cat, did when we had company. He rarely came out when there were strangers but the one time he did guess what he was doing? He had some how gotten my bra out of the hamper I guess. He came walking in the family with the strap in his mouth and the bra following behind. Maybe June could learn how to do this!! Can't really remember but I have to wonder if that visitor ever returned?
Hugs Cecilia
OH my WORD!! That beats ALL!
DeleteHooray for giving such good advice!
ReplyDeleteDear AbbyAnn Landers!
ReplyDeleteHow do we get a REAL PRESIDENT with a PET back in The White House?
H&K&W
Willow and Her Mom
Lulu: "That pup was lucky he found you to give him some good advice, Ruby!"
ReplyDeleteYou give great advice, Ruby!
ReplyDeleteYou are a regular "Dear Abby" with that good advice!
ReplyDeleteRuby, I loved this blog. I love learning more about you and your fur family. XX
ReplyDeleteOh boy! An advice column again!
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