Monday Question

Do you know when your humans are sad, mad, or otherwise attempt and do you try to help?

Ruby's Answer:  I know my parents are upset before they do. I try to comfort them by having them relax by scratching me. It works with Mommy but not with Daddy.

Moses is Love

 

“Moses is Love.” 

When I joined the site called Doggyspace in the late aughts I loved reading the stories of dogs living their quiet, mundane and always fascinating lives. I was hooked from day one, and made friends who, closing in on two decades later, are still souls who I am proud to call my besties.

The posts were all happy, which was great, but there is one certain thing about dogs: We aren’t very good at staying alive.

So what would happen to this group when the Bridge claims a member.

It didn’t take me long to see what would happen.

Moses was a huge black dog who belonged to Nancy Bateman. She was her “heart dog” more of a best friend than a pet. Then the Bridge came calling.

It was when I learned a lot of things, including the hardest part of a transition to the Bridge was being the survivor. Moses was at peace, running carefree in a healed body, while Nancy was left behind, with reminders surrounding her, and more reminders missing. 

That is when Nancy wrote, and I read, the “Moses is love” blog. Nancy did what all great writers need to do to express their emotions and start writing: She opened a vein and bled on the page, expressing her love and pain.

Shortly after Moses's passing I began writing blogs about dogs who went to the Bridge. I have written more than a hundred blogs about dogs passing from the mortal world and crossing the Bridge and my template for doing so was Nancy’s “Mosis is love” blog.

This week Nancy crossed the Bridge and transitioned to the immortal world to be reunited with Moses and leaving behind her broken hearted friends and family members who in this fractured world could agree on one thing:

Nancy is love.

Friday Friendly Fill Ins and Talk Like a Pirate Day

 

What happens when Fill In the Blank Day meets Talk Like a Pirate Day?

It is Ruby the Pirate Fills In the Blanks Day/

The first two statements are written by 15AndMeowing, and the final two are done  by  Four-Legged Furballs. Please check them out. 

Here are this week's statements with my fill ins CAPITALIZED 

NEVER LEAVE A WENCH ON AN ISLAND WITH A HORNY PARROT is the best advice I have received. 

BEING TOLD WATCHING "SCURVY AND THE NATIVE GIRL WITH THE CLAP" WAS A WASTE OF TIME is the worst advice I have had,

If I learned how to PLUNDER I would not HAVE LOST ALL MY MEN TO THE TIME BANDIT.  

i thought THE PIRATE LIFE WAS THE LIFE FOR ME but it turned out     I AM A LAND, BED, AND BLANKE LUBBER.

Poetry Thursday

 

My friend who is one spoiled cat gave me the picture below for the Thursday Poetry blog hop

When criminals hatch their nefarious plan

And wreck havoc despite police doing all they can

There is one hero that can be counted upon again and again

The great cardboard man

You can’t rip him agape

He is put together with two layers of extra strong tape

His edges give criminals a heck of a scrape

Heavy duty staples are attached to his cape

He uses his cardboard car to track down the rats

A much cooler ride than the one owned by his friend Bats

The only downfall is the slippery cardboard door mats

And then when he parks it and returns the car is filled with cats

His nemesis is scissor girl

Who ran a blade across him and caused his pants to unfurl

Scissor girl was a sharp witted churl

And made those who crossed her stomach churl

Cardboard man had a ward he hoped to adopt

But as a sidekick he flopped

His name was Bubble Wrap boy but his career stopped

Wben he got caught by Scissor Girl and was popped

Cardboard Man had a secret lair

Which if found he would be greatly impair

It was at a UHaul storage store behind the auto repair

He could blend in with the other boxed with nary a care

But Cardboard Man had a flaw which made the people fret

And would cause him to relent

Because in the rain the people were under threat

Cardboard Man’s kryptonite was he collapsed when wet

Wordless Wednesday

 

Beat This Caption

Fred and the resting "I hate my diet" face, 

Monday Question

 Tell me about your parents.

What job did they work for the majority of their lives?

What are they doing now?

Daddy was a public housing manager.

Mommy was an x-ray tech.

She is now retired.

Daddy is a door dash driver.

Foley's' Tails From Rainbow Bridge: Tanner's Dad Mike

 

I stood next to my oldest friend Tanner Bub at the human arrival section of Rainbow Bridge waiting on Tanner’s dad, whose mortal body had been ravaged by Alzheimer's.

Tanner carried a small flask around his neck like he was a mountain rescue dog. He was not there to rescue a human, but an angel.

Tanner’s tail wagged as he saw his dad slowly crossing Rainbow Bridge. Most of the diseases that bring people to their final forever home are washed away in the river of life. Alzheimer’s is no different. But, its effects, mainly the loss of memories, linger.

That is why Tanner’s presence was so important. He ran to his dad and stopped at his feet. When the man patted Tanner’s head the Yellow Lab sighed, having waited for one of this human’s touch.

His dad patted him like he would any dog he met, even a stranger, which for all his dad knew he was.

Tanner let the flask slip off  his neck and fall on the ground. He pawed at it until the top became loose. The flask opened and his father was bathed in a warm light. He reached down and pet Tanner again, but this time he said his name.

What Tanner had carried with him was exceeexceedinglyrtant, it was his Dad’s memories, which all came back to him making him whole for the first time since the terrible disease had claimed him.

One of the last mortal pleasures Tanner’s Dad Mike had was walking with his dogs Lucy and Linus through the hills near their home.

Now, he scratchedTanner’s ear, and looked up to see his other angels Max, Cocoa Puff, and Ruger Roo, and asked if they wanted to go for a walk. The four dogs walked after their dad hiking the streets in the sky. 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

Friendly Friday Fill Ins

 

It is time for Friday Fill-Ins.

Can I get a hell year?

There are four statements: the first two statements are written by 15AndMeowing, and the final two are done  by  Four-Legged Furballs. Please check them out. 

Here are this week's statements with my fill ins CAPITALIZED 

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• EATING ONLY ONE BREAKFAST EACH MORNING makes me WHOLLY UNSATISFIED.

• I don't mind paying extra for PREMIUM KIBBLE AND TREATS BECAUSE I STOLE MY DAD'S CREDIT CARD.

• GETTING A FRESH BAG OF BACON STRIPS EVERY WEEK was the best part of my summer (AND FALL, WINTER AND SPRING,)

• I can’t wait to SCARE THE CRAP OUT OF INNOCENT TRICK OR TREATERS DISTURBING MY PEACEFUL ENJOYMENT OF THE LAST NIGHT IN OCTOBER CAUSING THEM TO PANIC AND RUN SPILLING THEIR CANDY SO I CAN EAT THEIR RESSE’S PIECES THEN WELCOME NOVEMBER BY PROJECTILE POOPING IN EVERY CORNER OF MY HOME this autumn

Poetry Thursday

 

Nichollas was walking in only his underwear

As if he hadn't a care

When he became aware

That he was being chased by a bear

Ii

He thought of his Uncle Mel

Who went on a safari for the stories he could

And was eaten by a lion after he fell

But he wasn’t eaten in only nis underwear, for that he would go to hell

III

The truth was the Nichollas didn’t want anyone to see

That the left behind pants were covered in pee

Because the night before in the dark in became as scared as could be

And he decided fully dressed and inside he would wee

IV

He would stay up all night

But in the morning came his biggest fright

A big and strong bear roaring with all his might

Who stopped his pursuit, and asked Nichollas to stop, tbe bear’s quads were tight.

V

Nichollas thought this might be good fortune

Ne was a masseuse, in his field he was considered to be Michael Jordan

And at risk of losing an organ

He helped his opponent iike a good sportsman

VI

In thanks the bear let him go free

Which filled Nichollas with glee

But the bear stopped him before he could flee

And told him to jump in the lake, he smelled like pee

VII

As Nichollas was washing the pee and soot

When he heard a splash and knew his goose was cooked

An alligator was watching him with a troubled look

And said “the bear told me you could get this hook out of my foot

wordless wednesday

 

Beat This Caption

 

I promise I'll never let go Jack. I'll never let go. 

Okay. F@ck Jack, someone  get me out of this pool before I get wet

Monday Question

 Do you shed?

Do your parents try to make it stop?

What do they use to clean after,a good shedding?

I shed. I must be a good dog because Mommy has said in the past she could not live with a shedding dog.

My parents have tried to brush me but I squirm and run off.

My parents keep the lint roller businesses from closing.

Ruby's Sunday Funny Papers

 When God created Woman

She had not two breasts but three

And the middle one got in the way

So God performed surgery.

And Woman stood in front of God

With the middle breast in her hand

She said, “What can we do with the useless boob?”

And God created Man.

Viagara stolen. It’s in the news.

Hardened criminals on the loose

My mother turned 89

And much to our surprise

She decided to get outdoors

And started to exercise.

Mother walked ten miles a day

And now she’s 93.

Poor old mother, we don’t know

Where on earth she could be

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Friday FIll-ins

 

 Oh boy!   It is time for the fantastic Friday fill-ins thanks to our two co-hosts who put these sentences together every week.

Here are this week’s sentences and mine RUBY'S are capitalized

1. I define success by HOW CLOSE TO THE CENTER OF THE PEE PAD I LEAVE MY POOP.

2. WHEN MOMMY GOT OUT OF THE SHOWER AND FOUND ME CHEWING HER BRA

was an awkward moment.

3. I learned to  LIE when I was CAUGHT CHEWING MOMMY’S BRA WHEN SHE GOT OUT OF

THE SHOWER at ONE years old. I SAID DADDY ENTINCED ME INTO A GAME OF TUG OF WAR WITH IT AND

SHE GOT MAD AT HIM. HASHTAG LIES WORK HASHTAG BABY BOSS RULES

 I can only EXPRESS so much CUTENESS before I GET MY PLUG UGLIES ON!.

Poetry Thursday

 

My friend who is one spoiled cat gave me the picture below for the Thursday Poetry blog hop

Dwight knew he was bright

He knew it with all his might

He was the smartest boy, then the smartest man, his teachers said his intelligence was out of sight

But Kate, his disagreeable wife, only wanted to fight

*

Kate quietly sipped her bay rum

And wondered if he was so smart why did she have the bigger income

She had been trying for years not to succumb

To the horrible truth, Dwight was dumb

**

Over dinner Dwight told Kate why his logic was air tight

His seventh great grandparent taught Franklin to fly a kite 

His fourth taught the Wright brothers about flight

George Will asked for his father’s insight.

***

Her husband’s words left her numb.

His seventh great grandparent grabbed Franklin’s electric kite string and lost a thumb

His fourth flew the Wright Flyer into a tree bursting with plums

And to keep his father from speaking George Will gave him gum

****

Dwight announced that Kate was jealous “you know that’s right”

And he would not let her ruin his night

Being married to someone with a lower IQ was a plight

He was being honest, it wasn’t meant as a slight

*****

The conversation needed a new tempo, a change in the timing from the drum

She pulled out a paper with her doctor’s office outcome

And although she found him loathsome

He yearned for a son

******

Dwight exclaimed a squeal of delight

And since she was giving him a son he would forget the events of the night

And another fight she did not want to encite

But if he believed he was the father he really wasn’t too bright

Wordless Wednesday

 

Beat This Caption

 

I didn't know my cat was a Republican until I came home and found it doing the Trump Dance

Monday Questions

 Do you get a treat when your parents snack on  food during the day?

If you have a treat, then your parents eat a cookie, do you get another treat?

Do your parents deserve a treat whenever you get one?

Ruby's Answers

Yes, if my parents stop for a bite to eat I am entitled to a treat.

Every time they get a treat I get a treat so if they treat me, then get a treat, I get another treat

Oh no, they would get too fat and it would be my job to take them out for a roll everyday.