tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54123520603047593702024-03-18T22:36:58.078-04:00The Ruby Rose and the Big Little Angels 3 BlogFeaturing 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 tearRuby Rose and the Big Little Angels 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173252316434699745noreply@blogger.comBlogger3627125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412352060304759370.post-5478755714630723332024-03-18T22:36:00.001-04:002024-03-18T22:36:12.945-04:00Monday Question<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;"> <span style="font-size: 14pt; text-align: center;">Have your parents bought anything for you for anxiety?</span></span></p><div class="postbody">
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<p><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Not me, but my parents tried pills and thunder shirts for Pocket and River with little success.</span></span></p> </div></div>Ruby Rose and the Big Little Angels 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173252316434699745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412352060304759370.post-34341840285610695992024-03-17T21:57:00.000-04:002024-03-17T21:57:04.374-04:00The Ruby Rose Report: What Happened Next Door<p><span style="font-family: courier;"> <a href="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/12287746498?profile=original" rel="noopener" style="text-align: center;" target="_blank"><img class="align-full" height="337" src="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/12287746498?profile=RESIZE_710x" width="400" /></a></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: courier;">It was a quiet Sunday afternoon. I was watching Oppenheimer with my parents and thinking of my 131<sup>st</sup> great-grandfather Oliver, who lived in Belgium during the war and originated the famous Griffy scowl by frowning at the Nazis as they marched around town. I don’t have a resting bitch face; I have a resting bitch stop goose-stepping on the grass, you Nazi bastard face.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: courier;">I am always alert, and when I heard doors shut, I jumped down and ran to the window.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: courier;">I saw policemen with guns drawn creeping past the house. They were headed towards our next-door neighbor, who has been rumored to be something nefarious; I don’t believe it. They have an old car and the worst lawn in the development. If they are criminals, they need to go back to robbing school because they suck at it.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: courier;">I could tell the police did not want to alert the suspects that they were approaching. The lead detective put his hand on the doorknob. Everyone held their breath.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: courier;">Then I began to cry loudly.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: courier;">The police kicked in the door and told everyone in the house to get on the ground.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: courier;">I stayed watching it like it was an HBO show outside my window.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: courier;">I saw a suspect running out the back door, and I barked louder. I owed it to the police for tipping their play.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: courier;">They caught the man in his backyard. “I would have got away if it wasn’t for that stupid barking dog,” he said while walking to the waiting squad car.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: courier;">He was told my barking had given him a chance to run.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: courier;">At least being vocal had supported both sides. Foley would be proud.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: courier;">Even after the suspect was apprehended, I attempted to help the police by barking at them where to search, but they don’t listen to non-commissioned dogs.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: courier;">My parents kept telling me to get away from the windows and be quiet while they looked out the windows and loudly spoke about what they saw. Finally, it was over, and the cops left. I stood at the window, barking thank you and goodbye.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: courier;">I think I may have a future as a law enforcement dog or at least as a warning animal for some high-level criminals who can afford a Farmer’s Dog subscription.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: courier;">My only regret</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: courier;">I missed the end of Oppenheimer.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: courier;">I will never know how the war ended</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></p>Ruby Rose and the Big Little Angels 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173252316434699745noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412352060304759370.post-21931253949012566462024-03-15T22:21:00.003-04:002024-03-15T22:21:14.956-04:00Foley's Tales From Rainbow Bridge: One Last Time with Nellie<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh-L3mgKyke7hqJW9-hRHWf-EVjORcvUWp6KThKzCkxRaZNbuU2T_3hM59RC1ddXwvy7mX9lbTrRLgNDqu8t2WK1H8uNXfV5GeRirhF-K5UBzh2WoUZgZk2L0LV-FYgA-uEcrMpWNc52hq_6RPmxsVTJkMUbgfuFNekHiJRTdc1Zbv5SBNiKBfao9A6CMdh" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="960" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh-L3mgKyke7hqJW9-hRHWf-EVjORcvUWp6KThKzCkxRaZNbuU2T_3hM59RC1ddXwvy7mX9lbTrRLgNDqu8t2WK1H8uNXfV5GeRirhF-K5UBzh2WoUZgZk2L0LV-FYgA-uEcrMpWNc52hq_6RPmxsVTJkMUbgfuFNekHiJRTdc1Zbv5SBNiKBfao9A6CMdh" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0e101a; font-family: "Footlight MT Light",serif; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Nellie and her mom sat on
the couch after church, as they had hundreds of times before, but today was
different. It was the last time.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0e101a; font-family: "Footlight MT Light",serif; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The week before Nellie
had taken ill. She had trouble peeing. When this occurs a parent’s mind goes to
the simplest solution, an easily treated bladder infection. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0e101a; font-family: "Footlight MT Light",serif; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">But, when the diagnosis
was made, it was both the furthest thing from Momma Lea’s mind, and the one she
feared the most: Bladder cancer.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0e101a; font-family: "Footlight MT Light",serif; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">At Nellie’s age there was
no treatment, and, since humans are more humane with dogs than they are to themselves,
arrangements were made for the one who would guide Nellie to the Bridge would
do so from her living room, so she could peacefully slip away next to her mom. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0e101a; font-family: "Footlight MT Light",serif; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Nellis lay next to her
mom, softly snoring, at peace, knowing her job on the mortal side was done, and
she had done it perfectly. Her mom was anxious, listening to her, each breath
sounding like the click of a minute hand counting down to permanent midnight.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0e101a; font-family: "Footlight MT Light",serif; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">When humans begin school,
the first thing teachers do, unintentionally, is rob children of their ability
to see magic. Being an adult human is hard, and there is no room for magic. When
it happens, the human mind lies to the soul, telling it a logical fib wiping
the magic away.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0e101a; font-family: "Footlight MT Light",serif; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Momma Lea will tell you a
vet came to her home, gave Nellie the final shot, and let her slip away to the
Bridge.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0e101a; font-family: "Footlight MT Light",serif; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">It was the lie her brain
told head.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0e101a; font-family: "Footlight MT Light",serif; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">It is sad, because what
happened was so much more comforting.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0e101a; font-family: "Footlight MT Light",serif; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Momma Lea fell asleep
next to Nellie. When she was stirred awake she had dogs on either side of her.
Sandy, her heart dog, had returned to help Nellie transition to the Immortal
side.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0e101a; font-family: "Footlight MT Light",serif; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Nellie sat on her mom’s
lap and gave her a thousand kisses, then revealed the truth, which one does at
the end, and spoke to Momma Lea, thanking her for everything she did, for being
the best mom she could hope for, and for making every day of her life an
indescribable pleasure. Momma Lea told Nellie that she had been a fantastic
child, and Lea had no idea how she would go on, but vowed she would, for the
sake of her angels. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0e101a; font-family: "Footlight MT Light",serif; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Sandy sat in her mom’s
lap again. He fit perfectly. There were kisses, tears, and words of love that reached
across the River of Life to fill her heart in a way it hadn’t been since Sandy
had last patted around their Kentucky home.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0e101a; font-family: "Footlight MT Light",serif; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Then came the final but
not permanent goodbye which I cannot recount here because it was too powerful
for any language except the forgotten Elven.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0e101a; font-family: "Footlight MT Light",serif; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Then, paw and paw, Nellie
followed Sandy’s steps to the Bridge, where she was met with so much love it
blew her ears back.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0e101a; font-family: "Footlight MT Light",serif; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">As that
happened Lea’s mind told her a lie, that the vet who helped her baby would go
to her true forever home.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0e101a; font-family: "Footlight MT Light",serif; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The
entire incident was wiped away, except in dreams, and a nugget of what happened
that stayed with Lea.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0e101a; font-family: "Footlight MT Light",serif; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">That,
at the end of this hard life, is a place where all the love she had given she
will get back the day she passes.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0e101a; font-family: "Footlight MT Light",serif; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">It is
in Sandy, Nellie, and others she had lost.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0e101a; font-family: "Footlight MT Light",serif; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The
brain allows that secret, and the beauty awaiting all humans at the end of
their journey.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0e101a; font-family: "Footlight MT Light",serif; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">It is
the only thing that can keep a human moving forward in this wicked world.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: #0e101a; font-family: "Footlight MT Light",serif; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></p><p>
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<o:p></o:p></span></p><p><br /></p>Ruby Rose and the Big Little Angels 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173252316434699745noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412352060304759370.post-42511029298985470482024-03-14T16:18:00.002-04:002024-03-14T19:22:50.401-04:00Poetry Thursday<p> </p><h1 style="background: 0px 0px rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; clear: both; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 15px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><img height="225" src="https://easyweimaraner.files.wordpress.com/2017/06/poetrysambadge.jpg?w=300&h=225" style="background: 0px 0px; border-radius: 20px; border: 0px; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;" width="300" /></h1><p style="background: 0px 0px rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px 0px 15px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> <a href="http://onespoiledcat.wordpress.com/" style="background: 0px 0px; border: 0px; color: #3c96df; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Angel Sammys and Teddy</a> have provided for us a new picture to inspire the poet inside of us all.</p><p style="background: 0px 0px rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px 0px 15px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Here is today's picture and poem </p><p style="background: 0px 0px rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px 0px 15px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhqD8-l7EB_eLARnD1su0cITzNLgfCVPx1x5HFenTx-IlLPO71_rV0MtDybTmfBSgtVwipsf3QIez1PoAIUiVvADUvSJJkkcaLyJBrakv_Ysc6D3yCIMWdTMTaVEyleKiSiSla9Xrtlwt1lom5sI1Fu_6JhuSx6iRu5j_Njj55D7rrdvskYDS-OYzgcwW5z" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="554" data-original-width="554" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhqD8-l7EB_eLARnD1su0cITzNLgfCVPx1x5HFenTx-IlLPO71_rV0MtDybTmfBSgtVwipsf3QIez1PoAIUiVvADUvSJJkkcaLyJBrakv_Ysc6D3yCIMWdTMTaVEyleKiSiSla9Xrtlwt1lom5sI1Fu_6JhuSx6iRu5j_Njj55D7rrdvskYDS-OYzgcwW5z" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">Wherever he went men trembled in fear.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">The meanest son-of-a-bitch in this hemisphere.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">Whatever he saw he did maliciously destroy<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">He is the outlaw Baby Boy<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">He was so mean be made men quake<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">Especially if it was an hour past his bedtime and
he was still awake<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">Some of the world’s most dangerous criminals he
did employ<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">He is the outlaw Baby Boy.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">Townsfolk knew there was only one way to be safer<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">To stock up on his teething wafer<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">If not no one cold imagine the suffering that
would be<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">When they faced the wrath of the outlaw Baby Boy<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">He struck with the venom of a viper.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">Especially if he had a long-filled diaper.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">And if he had partaken of too much Rob Roy<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">There was no calming the outlaw Baby Boy.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">The air was filled with young girls squeals<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">When he rode in on a bike with three wheels<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">He had a girl in every state from Maine to
Illinois<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">All wanting the title Mrs. Outlaw Baby Boy<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">He was responsible for many a crime wave<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">And he had lowered his enemies in his grave<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">The police would be fill with joy<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">If they could catch the Outlaw Baby Boy.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">They had no clue what he would do<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">When he turned the age of two<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">And became an ambulatory.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">Outlaw Baby Boy<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">The best advice given to the village folks<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">Was to listen for the sound of baseball cards in
spokes<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;"> And hope
when you search the house you don’t’ find playing with a toy<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Plantagenet Cherokee",serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 107%;">The Outlaw Baby Boy</span></p><p></p>Ruby Rose and the Big Little Angels 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173252316434699745noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412352060304759370.post-75422697903197206332024-03-13T21:22:00.000-04:002024-03-13T21:22:27.852-04:00Wordless Wednesday <p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIrmHL0F5blHYtnxEA81N0jqhoHLCKJvAonszLeMSHMIIGv3gdxD8q60aN-4dIfOYRUAiQJeFUFEhOcXYZRXplCpWnmxWdLbRvzO8dWnX9RkT9iJqTdEwIzCtlfEGLGP3YcL3nwlaxz3uDsov2j40g8bKsb5L3gAVV7uK-jk0QizgdPbh_GrujGOQXOCMM/s1385/Ruby%20March%2014%202024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="1385" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIrmHL0F5blHYtnxEA81N0jqhoHLCKJvAonszLeMSHMIIGv3gdxD8q60aN-4dIfOYRUAiQJeFUFEhOcXYZRXplCpWnmxWdLbRvzO8dWnX9RkT9iJqTdEwIzCtlfEGLGP3YcL3nwlaxz3uDsov2j40g8bKsb5L3gAVV7uK-jk0QizgdPbh_GrujGOQXOCMM/w400-h185/Ruby%20March%2014%202024.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Ruby Rose and the Big Little Angels 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173252316434699745noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412352060304759370.post-6052364539503861802024-03-12T22:21:00.003-04:002024-03-12T22:35:01.198-04:00Beat This Caption <p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"> <img alt="Funny-Important-Animals-Images" class="image-size-full" height="341" src="https://www.boredpanda.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2023/03/funny-important-animals-images-641c6ff400a4a__700.jpg" title="Funny-Important-Animals-Images" width="400" /></span></p><div class="postbody">
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<p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large;">I know you say I am the father but frankly I don't see it.</span></p></div>Ruby Rose and the Big Little Angels 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173252316434699745noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412352060304759370.post-14960920613320274852024-03-11T22:02:00.004-04:002024-03-11T22:02:40.973-04:00Monday Question <p><span style="font-family: Underdog;"> <span style="font-size: 14pt; text-align: center;">Have your parents ever made a mistake with a pet that they regret?</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><a href="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/12399490690?profile=original" rel="noopener" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Underdog;"><img class="align-full" src="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/12399490690?profile=RESIZE_710x" /></span></a></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">A few ago,
Pocket had some butt problems that they thought were an impacted anal
gland. It got drained, but Pocket kept licking it, so they put pants on
it so she couldn't. They checked it a couple of days later, and it was
worse. It was an allergy, terrible itching, and po. Poor couldn't get
it. She got medication, and it cleared up, but my parents still feel
guilty</span></span></p>Ruby Rose and the Big Little Angels 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173252316434699745noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412352060304759370.post-60132755488171503292024-03-10T17:13:00.000-04:002024-03-10T17:13:04.618-04:00The Ruby Rose Report: The Great Grape Flood <p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Underdog; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Underdog; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht-AL6LM4QNyTrdGwwljuEZ20AytQiwQx-B4t-NjH4rEtlrII2If0bz2ckUi25NERBkS4k4AaXAy4rT38ShhA_AU5E95cNAhaz5gc6BFUYaHQXuH9ta0QJItEBTr6KBCTWItvkBXIvau2dJg7yRUEX3Oaa7jdpIc4L09uPAu9lqKvJXbxWAp3tpMFvYR0y/s720/Ruby%2011232022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht-AL6LM4QNyTrdGwwljuEZ20AytQiwQx-B4t-NjH4rEtlrII2If0bz2ckUi25NERBkS4k4AaXAy4rT38ShhA_AU5E95cNAhaz5gc6BFUYaHQXuH9ta0QJItEBTr6KBCTWItvkBXIvau2dJg7yRUEX3Oaa7jdpIc4L09uPAu9lqKvJXbxWAp3tpMFvYR0y/s320/Ruby%2011232022.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Underdog; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Underdog; font-size: medium;"> I was chewing a marrow bone on my blanket when the incident occurred.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Underdog; font-size: medium;">It was a typical Friday night at our house. Mommy was making supper, Daddy was due home from work, and neither knew what would happen.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Underdog; font-size: medium;">There was a massive explosion in the kitchen.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Underdog; font-size: medium;">Mommy began to use words so bad that they were banned on HBO.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Underdog; font-size: medium;">I left my blanket and trotted into the kitchen. It looked like an Ooopa Lompa convention had been slaughtered by an exasperated, nearly bankrupt Slugworth. Grape juice was everywhere, and on the sloped section of the floor, it was rushing toward the oven like the Johnstown Flood.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Underdog; font-size: medium;">“Don’t step in it!” Mommy warned me, which I wasn’t planning on doing. I didn’t want Evil Grimace juice on my paws.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Underdog; font-size: medium;">“Daddy didn’t put the cap on tightly,” Mommy said. I never thought of him as an accomplished man, but if my Dad can knock grape juice off a shelf, then kudos.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Underdog; font-size: medium;">“Momma!’ I barked. “You need to the big roll of Bounty before the purple river gets under the stove. Uh-oh, never mind.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Underdog; font-size: medium;">My Mom is not like those people in the Bounty Commercials who can wipe up a spill because they hide a roll up their ass. Unfortunately, my Mommy doesn’t have room up there for towels, so she keeps them on the counter, and by the time she got to the disaster area, a small Korean fishing village had sprung up around them.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Underdog; font-size: medium;">Mommy must have decided and tried to change the juice into wine because she said a mixture of Bible words, HBO words, and speaking in tongues. The grape juice river kept rolling along.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Underdog; font-size: medium;">Mommy has arthritis and walks with a visible limp, but Lord, you should see her move when there is a spill on the floor.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Underdog; font-size: medium;">She came out firing, with a spray bottle in one hand, a mop in the other, and holding an unopened paper towel roll in her mouth like a hand grenade about to be thrown.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Underdog; font-size: medium;">She got down and worked like the pit crew at Daytona in the last lap of the 500. She kept telling me to stay, which was not a problem because I was not going to try to breach the Big Grape River.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Underdog; font-size: medium;">She got done and told me not to mention the spillage to Daddy. I didn’t: Not when he got home, not when he gave Mommy a peck on the lips, and not when, after that, he gave me lots of attention because that’s how we roll in my forever home.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Underdog; font-size: medium;">Then Daddy noticed more of the juice was gone.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Underdog; font-size: medium;">I leaped into my kitty condo before my Mom took the grenade out.</span></p><p><br /></p>Ruby Rose and the Big Little Angels 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173252316434699745noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412352060304759370.post-70528390752578825672024-03-08T20:34:00.002-05:002024-03-08T20:34:49.588-05:00Foley's Tales From Rainbow Bridge: The Case of the Baconless Beggin Strips<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;"> <a href="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/12220955296?profile=original" rel="noopener" style="font-size: 14pt; text-align: center;" target="_blank"><img src="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/12220955296?profile=RESIZE_710x" /></a></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">As the world’s foremost dog attorney, I have represented many lawsuits brought by puppy plaintiffs. Madison v Marmaduke, Snoopy v the Red Baron Pizza, and Ark Animals v Noah were filed the day after their journey ended by two beagles on board because they had reserved an upper berth and got stuck below the elephants.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Last week, I was sniffing through some potential lawsuits when I found a defendant so heinous that, if it became public, he would mediately pass the prehistoric guy with a knife who said, “I can make their dogs stop reproducing” as the greatest villain in all of dogdom.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">The case was brought against the maker of Beggin Strips because there is no bacon in Beggin’ Strips.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">What is the literal duck? Because of Purina, generations of dogs thought bacon tasted like the Toppe’s Baseball card under the gum, which you eat when you’re not paying attention.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">I asked Pocket to research what Beggin’ Strips are made of and report back to me. She went under the sink, got a bag, and read the ingredients.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">The first one was Ground Wheat. I don’t like Ground Wheat. I prefer Air Wheat. I like the logo: A loaf of bed dunking a ball.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Then, there was a corn gluten meal. I am not sure what that is. I think it’s something corn upchucks when getting shucked aggressively.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">I can’t believe I spent most of my mortal time begging for wheat and corn gluten; that would be the second part of my lawsuit, wasting my time and energy on corn gluten.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">The rest of the ingredients were equally as uninspiring and included Glycerin, which, if I mixed it with Nitro, would give me something to throw at this mischievous Purina bastard.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Full of self-righteousness and indignation, I filed my case in dream court, charging the defendant with bacon fraud, the worst kind of fraud, at least concerning swine. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">It was the most significant case since Oscar Meyer vs. the Wiener Brothers.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;"><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt;">When it was time for my opening, I laid forth our case that we, as a species, had been conned by those whom we trust second only to our parents: Our food maker.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt;">They were clever, putting in a touch of bacon fat and artificial smoke flavor caused by working on the ensemble line, all smoking blunts to help them get through their soul-sucking shifts.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;"><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt;">The judges did not have to hear any longer.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;"><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt;">I had won.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;"><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt;">But despite being self-satisfied with my presentation, it was a dream come true, and the bigger the company, the less they had to pay.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Justice only takes place in the dream world.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 14pt;">It is why I am there every night.</span></span><br /></p>Ruby Rose and the Big Little Angels 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173252316434699745noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412352060304759370.post-61277624307403776632024-03-07T22:03:00.000-05:002024-03-07T22:03:39.497-05:00Poetry Thursdsy<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p style="background: 0px 0px rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px 0px 15px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><img height="225" src="https://easyweimaraner.files.wordpress.com/2017/06/poetrysambadge.jpg?w=300&h=225" style="background: 0px 0px; border-radius: 20px; border: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;" width="300" /></p><p style="background: 0px 0px rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px 0px 15px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; vertical-align: baseline;">f<a href="http://onespoiledcat.wordpress.com/" style="background: 0px 0px; border: 0px; color: #3c96df; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetaton</a> has provided the pictute below for this week's inspiration. </p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiT914uYSglTMwNRS3exMpdvIOGa_Ez-O4FUEchRYCkcYXx2nFrjhpsf-tRs8pgt4m4s3B6Yc1wmCZeFmxbb2FyHBxppK0_gEuDuFnG3Xmk-R9BPjKpxpzF-4TuTFz_rVJt2DcvVzmjlKvOUHZD4A5rcVA7wAO7kZyseKaUOdXUR-RYVtB2WaMl4qycAsn9" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="695" data-original-width="975" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiT914uYSglTMwNRS3exMpdvIOGa_Ez-O4FUEchRYCkcYXx2nFrjhpsf-tRs8pgt4m4s3B6Yc1wmCZeFmxbb2FyHBxppK0_gEuDuFnG3Xmk-R9BPjKpxpzF-4TuTFz_rVJt2DcvVzmjlKvOUHZD4A5rcVA7wAO7kZyseKaUOdXUR-RYVtB2WaMl4qycAsn9" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Lower taxes he did promise.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">His words were meant to calm us<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">I hate to be a doubting Thomas<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">But I think our new Senator did con us.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: Underdog;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">He said he would repeal Obama Care<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">And in his first day he ran through the Russell Building in
his underwaare<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">That made me think I should beware<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Especially when he wore tissue boxes as footware.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: Underdog;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">He kept his promises, like the one about a chicken in every
pot<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">But they were alive and had pooped in the pot a lot.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">He said we would own our own yacht<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">But his behaviior made all promises for naught.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: Underdog;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">As soon as he took office he ravaged the country’s funds.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">He caused massive inflation, and sold our enemies guns.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">He got the secretary of state pregnant and flashed her
grandson.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">It is a mystery why he caused the fleeing of the holy nuns.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: Underdog;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">He put the country on the path to war<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">By ordering Canada invaded by the marine corps<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">And in an effort to show strentgth to those he did abhor<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">He meant to take out China and blew up Singapore<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: Underdog;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">He pulled out, leading to the dissolution, of NATO<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">He appointed an interim ttorney General named Kalen Kato<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">He put all his ideas in a manifesto.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">And labled all those against him a RHINO.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: Underdog;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">His constintutes he didn’t respect<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">And his needs he did neglect<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">And maybe in time we will reflect<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">On why we are working so hard to reelect<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: Underdog;"> </span></o:p></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Althou</span><o:p></o:p></p>Ruby Rose and the Big Little Angels 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173252316434699745noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412352060304759370.post-62420174703756361162024-03-06T15:44:00.002-05:002024-03-06T15:44:40.316-05:00Wordless Wednesday<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc5z4VaXpBjx6zb6k4eIJgMj-RYOLOz6OE7qOicUBV6CHMGpU27avouvnpDRS3U9KTT7SP5SNugmgl_cIJfMAwl6iSAeS_GLQfVxLDHa91rmO2iGX3RWPrHE3nG_-BgyTw6wn3jYWIzGvSO_pJ-P9FHusd0CJfKzw9_1y1K2CdSfuoc0OTsLEAVbpUr2XR/s960/Ruby%20March%206%202024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="622" data-original-width="960" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc5z4VaXpBjx6zb6k4eIJgMj-RYOLOz6OE7qOicUBV6CHMGpU27avouvnpDRS3U9KTT7SP5SNugmgl_cIJfMAwl6iSAeS_GLQfVxLDHa91rmO2iGX3RWPrHE3nG_-BgyTw6wn3jYWIzGvSO_pJ-P9FHusd0CJfKzw9_1y1K2CdSfuoc0OTsLEAVbpUr2XR/w400-h259/Ruby%20March%206%202024.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Ruby Rose and the Big Little Angels 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173252316434699745noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412352060304759370.post-36479608101870170052024-03-05T22:01:00.003-05:002024-03-05T22:01:52.079-05:00Beat Thie Caption<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Underdog;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Underdog;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Underdog;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj-XHEYUQFHtK04vWPeZ1FlQ12L1GzES7E0iDmv9k9ALqLN_k9xH6Ba7bSPZeB7rw4KRvw7r4qwbedH0_se2f8b2xlNMXttmI-OG5hv5KUo8Q8YdPfvcrn0fDfjn2pPgUb6fWe4pFD240Q0KPVots3D23FONQJSvFhdkG9ICWnpHZl2aTGoXPJHb2DGNIgG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="700" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj-XHEYUQFHtK04vWPeZ1FlQ12L1GzES7E0iDmv9k9ALqLN_k9xH6Ba7bSPZeB7rw4KRvw7r4qwbedH0_se2f8b2xlNMXttmI-OG5hv5KUo8Q8YdPfvcrn0fDfjn2pPgUb6fWe4pFD240Q0KPVots3D23FONQJSvFhdkG9ICWnpHZl2aTGoXPJHb2DGNIgG" width="240" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Underdog;"><br /><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Can I have a pile of rotting garbage sevbed in the middle of the street3 please? Oh, and a Diet Coke</span></p>Ruby Rose and the Big Little Angels 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173252316434699745noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412352060304759370.post-81643285186926486682024-03-04T20:32:00.000-05:002024-03-04T20:32:11.562-05:00Monday Question<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Underdog; font-size: large;">Have you ever had a four legged guest stay at your house and if so how did you react?</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuXbmsDk93b905BifegC18e3RDdt2WiiTAoBoDq0nNfYYghpfT15-MAUAa4dwcRI4DhX7M2DNQ3NnxxGK2NGjZVSp-FGeL5jzmcz6H9OiarwXbD2c4ES3KinhgZcitOZBd2LWRJNUapC2nA4HxfFcKzE2WKDO2KxfxdMXTbCP6D75JCmUae_a4ec8mfLf_/s679/ruby%209182022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="679" data-original-width="643" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuXbmsDk93b905BifegC18e3RDdt2WiiTAoBoDq0nNfYYghpfT15-MAUAa4dwcRI4DhX7M2DNQ3NnxxGK2NGjZVSp-FGeL5jzmcz6H9OiarwXbD2c4ES3KinhgZcitOZBd2LWRJNUapC2nA4HxfFcKzE2WKDO2KxfxdMXTbCP6D75JCmUae_a4ec8mfLf_/s320/ruby%209182022.jpg" width="303" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Underdog; font-size: large;">I haven't had a guest over, but my Big Little Angels did, and they welcomed our cousin Neely on several occassions.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Underdog; font-size: large;">I don't think I would be as welcoming.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Underdog; font-size: large;">I deserve all the attention. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p>Ruby Rose and the Big Little Angels 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173252316434699745noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412352060304759370.post-70033538426920471572024-03-03T21:53:00.003-05:002024-03-03T21:53:48.337-05:00The Ruby Rose Report: The Prescription Dog Food Battle <p><span style="font-family: Underdog;"> <a href="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/10855866500?profile=original" rel="noopener" style="text-align: center;" target="_blank"><img src="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/10855866500?profile=RESIZE_710x" /></a></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">My friend Perry had a case of itchies. While most dogs hate going to
the vet, he welcomed it. He would have put up with anything not to spend
all night scratching. He got his diagnosis: he had a food allergy. The
vet wrote him a prescription for a bag of food so expensive you needed a
doctor’s note to show you had a reason for buying it and weren’t out of
their minds,</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">The food was so expensive that his mom could not afford another baby
when the last few kibbles were shaken from the bag; Poor Perry would
never have a scratch-free night.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">I read all this in my yard, where Perry had left his sad pee-mail.
Not a fan of open urination, I left roll mail telling him to listen for
tapping on his screen in the middle of the night. I knew where we could
get cheap prescription food.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">I snuck out of my house and ran to Perry’s. He came out quickly, and I
told him to follow me. When he saw where we were going, he stopped,
afraid. I told him not to worry. The project we were entering is where
my prescription dog food connects.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">A Doberman stood on the street corner under a broken light. “Got your
Royal Canin digestive formular here, fix up your bowels Got Pro Plan
kidney formula, get you peeing straight.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">I told Perry to follow me. I slowly approached. “Hey, Griffie what
you need? Fiber care? You all blocked up? Got what you need. Got light
formula. You’re looking a little chunky. I could hook you up.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">I told the Doberman, Lou, what Perry needed, and Lou told him he
could hook him up. A chihuahua pushed a wagon with the bag in it. I told
Perry to pay Lo when suddenly the sidewalk lit up, and the police told
us to get on the ground.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">I told Perry to get in the wagon and push it behind a building. There
was a hole in the fence. We fit through, but the bag got stuck. The dog
catchers were closing on us, but Perry needed his fix. He pulled the
bag through, and we disappeared into the woods. A short time later, we
were both home.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">I read on the news that the dog police picked up Lou that night. But
it wouldn’t matter; someone else would be on the corner tonight selling
that good prescription food.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">And like humans, telling a dog just to say no doesn’t work.l</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Especially one with the itches</span></p>Ruby Rose and the Big Little Angels 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173252316434699745noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412352060304759370.post-84068477846988383512024-03-01T21:30:00.001-05:002024-03-01T21:30:09.357-05:00Foley''a Tails From Raiinbow Bridge <div class="postbody">
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<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">I went to visit Ruby in her dreams this week. River is her familiar,
the angel who spends the most time with a mortal. But I, being Mommy’s
[s heartiest of her heart dogs, check in now and then to make sure all
of my mom’s needs were being met.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Ruby is doing an excellent job, but there is one small thing. When
her demands for a scratch are met, she leaves behind a fluffy pile of
fur. My parents have to use the wand to clean up after her. (It is not a
real wand. I found that out the hard way when I tried to turn Pocket
into a duck.)</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">“I shed because I have fur, like real dogs do,” Ruby rudely remarked.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">I was taken aback. I did not know my newest sister was an anti-hairline. Offended, I asked her what she meant.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">“How would a dog with hair survive in the wild?” she asked. “While
dogs with fur are hunting, gathering, and protecting you will have hair
in your eyes and unable to do anything until a human gives you a
haircut.”</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Wounded, I was afraid she might be right, so I set out to prove that an ungroomed dog with hair can survive independently.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">I did an I Paw search for dogs with long hair in the wild, and it
brought me to a story that proved that a dog with hair does need some
human help, but we provide enormous inspiration.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">When the Animals Friends Connection Humane Society was informed that
two dogs were not cared for in a yard, they sprang into action.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">But they only found one dog and what looked like a pile of hair that a Fulminator had created.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Then the pile moved.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Tony, the name bequeathed on the pile of hair, was the most matted
and overgrown dog they had ever seen. The rescuers scurried Tony off the
seat and got him to the groomers. The technicians were worried they
would be hit, unsure of which end they were dealing with, but when they
found a wagging tail, they knew they were safe.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Tony had 14 pounds of hair removed. Soon, he looked like an adorable little dog who was quickly adopted.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">My lesson from this? While long hair can hinder a dog, it also gives
us instant camouflage, allowingow us to sneak up on our enemies.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">I would rather be a long-haired spy than a furry food soldier.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">This is why long-haired dogs rule,</span></p> </div></div>Ruby Rose and the Big Little Angels 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173252316434699745noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412352060304759370.post-8168109453030384182024-02-29T21:48:00.000-05:002024-02-29T21:48:05.316-05:00Poetry Thursday <p><span style="font-family: Underdog;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgeWO1PLn7P5wEzl5RrTJv0yaxt7j2UtlD2oVU1InLKdpJY5BzGU1iX4occqEk-Em6fAuqAdJojesQj_sWUVaADTU5f2CJQZCU6N4tgf50ZpoO1KpbrZX_41yZuS8B-KMDrZeUWGJA48TpJVrRaldLtepF1rZi_WDYjssRuR-Isvo9wE251dUnmQgv1BFK8" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Underdog;"><img alt="" data-original-height="434" data-original-width="652" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgeWO1PLn7P5wEzl5RrTJv0yaxt7j2UtlD2oVU1InLKdpJY5BzGU1iX4occqEk-Em6fAuqAdJojesQj_sWUVaADTU5f2CJQZCU6N4tgf50ZpoO1KpbrZX_41yZuS8B-KMDrZeUWGJA48TpJVrRaldLtepF1rZi_WDYjssRuR-Isvo9wE251dUnmQgv1BFK8" width="320" /></span></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">“I’m on vacation,” I shouted in fear<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">While bouncing on an inflatable raft<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">As my wife, on the bank, dry and safe, laughed.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Then taunted me by shouting: “Make sure you hold on tight
dear.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: Underdog;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">It was my choice to go rafting on the while water.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">My wife prefers vacations that are relaxing;<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Now I bouned up and down while my sack hug<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">On a rope line threatening my ability to have a daughter.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: Underdog;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">I should have known when I booked a vacation with a company
called Crash and Drown.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">My wife insisted I would enjoy being on the beach sleeping
in the sun<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">But I insisted that would not be fun.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">“You won’t last a minute on the raft,” she said with a
frown.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: Underdog;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;"> “Oh, he of little
faith.” I snapped back.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Now I felt like I had been forsaken by my God,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">And I was nothing but a fraud.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">The proof was pooling on the bottom, a smelly puddle of my
yak.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: Underdog;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">The instructor insisted I
don’t lose my oar. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">But we hit a rock and it snapped out of my hands.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">“You stupid fool, we’re doomed,” the instructor said trying
to stand.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Then he fell off the boat and went under the waves, not an
instructor anymore.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: Underdog;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Finally we rafters worked as a team, and we all did scream.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Before us was a boulder shiny and black. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Which we hit with a mighty smack<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">And five strangers hit the water praying to be saved by a
river submarine.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: Underdog;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">In the water, spinning out of control, I tired to avoid the
rocks<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">My mouth full of water<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">The river leading me to slaughter.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">And floating next to me was the ghost of Ronnie Cox. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: Underdog;"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Then a heavenly hand appeared in reach<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">It was my life.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">There to save my life,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">And once I was ashore she said: “Next year we go to the
beach.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: Underdog;"> </span></o:p></p>Ruby Rose and the Big Little Angels 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173252316434699745noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412352060304759370.post-57217214084398270272024-02-28T21:38:00.000-05:002024-02-28T21:38:01.197-05:00Wordless Wednesday<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQsQRZNW8nC0meRhFcJUW1kSrcsuSNsmqLnsSNN8r8SB6BeGeNBQUgkf0GY_alC3LMcd0-tBrsrAEZq7h8xH_DXliDenAZxYcmhjZBEJu5YFT777n_tRP8FvrWlz-5x6GBcXUPfj806aS2V4x8NvZH-HrSNx6a6uuuTywo5ZbTGJTCZ7q0RFVKCmjaJHG9/s960/Ruby%20February%208%202024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="588" data-original-width="960" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQsQRZNW8nC0meRhFcJUW1kSrcsuSNsmqLnsSNN8r8SB6BeGeNBQUgkf0GY_alC3LMcd0-tBrsrAEZq7h8xH_DXliDenAZxYcmhjZBEJu5YFT777n_tRP8FvrWlz-5x6GBcXUPfj806aS2V4x8NvZH-HrSNx6a6uuuTywo5ZbTGJTCZ7q0RFVKCmjaJHG9/w400-h245/Ruby%20February%208%202024.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Ruby Rose and the Big Little Angels 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173252316434699745noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412352060304759370.post-76269623261929490972024-02-27T21:36:00.000-05:002024-02-27T21:36:01.463-05:00Beat This Caption <p><span style="font-family: Underdog; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><div class="postbody"><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Underdog; font-size: medium;">Err, the possum isn’t respecting my authority. We might need a dog. A big dog. <a href="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/12390255496?profile=original" rel="noopener" target="_blank"><img class="align-center" src="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/12390255496?profile=RESIZE_710x" /></a></span></p> </div><p>
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Added by <a href="http://thetannerbrigade.ning.com/profile/FoleyMonsterandPocket">Ruby Rose & </a></span></p>Ruby Rose and the Big Little Angels 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173252316434699745noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412352060304759370.post-64938195886324187042024-02-26T20:06:00.004-05:002024-02-26T20:06:28.920-05:00Monday Queston<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;"> <span style="font-size: 14pt; text-align: center;">Did your parents meet you before they made you part of the family?</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><a href="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/12389929067?profile=original" rel="noopener" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Underdog;"><img class="align-full" src="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/12389929067?profile=RESIZE_710x" /></span></a></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">My parents only saw one picture of me before knowing they needed me to live with them </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"></span></p>Ruby Rose and the Big Little Angels 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173252316434699745noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412352060304759370.post-72246962601885560332024-02-23T22:49:00.003-05:002024-02-23T22:49:50.022-05:00Foley's Tales From Rainbow Bridge: From Hershey to - An Angel's journey<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Underdog;"><br /></span></p><div class="postbody">
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<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">When Hershey visited the Bridge 23 months ago, I planned a big bash
to welcome my friend. But, upon her arrival, after being reunited with
Kaci and Bosco, who preceded her to the Bridge, and my giving her the
angel’s oath, Hershey stated she didn’t want any fuss or even a story
describing her arrival. A modest dog, Hershey was content going about
her business as an angel in anonymity.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Hershey worked diligently to find her replacement. When she met
Nestle, she knew she had found the right dog. Her name alone signaled
that she belonged in her mom’s group.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Nestle fulfilled the potential that Hershey had seen in her and
quickly became a beloved member of the pack, helping her mom adjust to
the pain she took on from Hershey when she passed.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Like her, Hershey had assumed that Nestle would be joyful, living a
quiet life. She had not counted on Nestle discovering Hershey’s former
life as an online superstar.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">One day, when left alone, curious, and full of energy, Nestle decided
to check out the rectangular screen and keyboard appeal that took up so
much of her mom’s attention.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Nestle is an intelligent dog and quickly learned her mom’s password
and how to work on the computer. She saw an icon for a group in her
mom’s favorites and curiously opened it.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">She was stunned and excited about what she found: a site with a page
devoted to Hershey, Nestle’s current sibling, Jessy, and the other
angels in their pack. “What is this?: Nestle howled, taking exception to
her name not being listed as part of Hershey’s pack.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">“Ask Hershey,” Jessy answered.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">So that nig ht in her dreams, Nestle asked for a parlay with the dog she brought into her pack.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Hershey was surprised that Nestle, who seemed content to be a quiet,
loving house dog, was interested in the I Am social media site. Nestle
said she was excited to meet new friends and have her presence known
everywhere.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Hershey visited her mom in her dreams and told her it was time to
introduce Nestle to the world, which she did. She was warmly welcomed
and answered all inquiries about her happily and truthfully.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Seeing how Nestle took to the online world reminded Hershey of herself when she first began to share her life on the Internet.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;">And that is when Hershey learned Nestle was just like her, even in
ways she did not anticipate, which was not surprising since their mom
loved the two girls equally.</span></p> </div></div>Ruby Rose and the Big Little Angels 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173252316434699745noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412352060304759370.post-33878113834349824152024-02-22T19:47:00.003-05:002024-02-22T19:47:40.168-05:00Poetry Thursday<p><span style="font-family: Underdog;"> </span></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Larry, the wooden zebra, did not want to be rude.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">But he was at a bizarre interlude.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">There was someone who mounted him, giving him a lot of
attitude.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">When she yelled “giddy up” the wooden horse knew he was
screwed. .<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: Underdog;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">She ran her hands over Larry trying to find the gas.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">And made him yell “sufferin’ sassafras!”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">He had thought he was having a good day, but alas.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">He had a bleached blonde, white lady on his ass.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: Underdog;"> </span></o:p><img height="225" src="https://easyweimaraner.files.wordpress.com/2017/06/poetrysambadge.jpg?w=300&h=225" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border-radius: 20px; border: 0px; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;" width="300" /></p><p></p><p style="background: 0px 0px rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px 0px 15px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="http://onespoiledcat.wordpress.com/" style="background: 0px 0px; border: 0px; color: #3c96df; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Angel Sammys and Teddys Pawetaton</a> have provided another picture for Poetry Thursday.<a href="https://easyweimaraner.files.wordpress.com/2024/02/photopoemfeb22-2024.webp" style="background: 0px 0px; border: 0px; color: #3c96df; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><img alt="" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-294608" data-attachment-id="294608" data-comments-opened="1" data-image-caption="" data-image-description="" data-image-meta="{"aperture":"0","credit":"","camera":"","caption":"","created_timestamp":"0","copyright":"","focal_length":"0","iso":"0","shutter_speed":"0","title":"","orientation":"0"}" data-image-title="photopoemfeb22-2024" data-large-file="https://easyweimaraner.files.wordpress.com/2024/02/photopoemfeb22-2024.webp?w=560" data-medium-file="https://easyweimaraner.files.wordpress.com/2024/02/photopoemfeb22-2024.webp?w=228" data-orig-file="https://easyweimaraner.files.wordpress.com/2024/02/photopoemfeb22-2024.webp" data-orig-size="652,859" data-permalink="https://easyweimaraner.wordpress.com/2024/02/22/pawetry-thursday-283/photopoemfeb22-2024/" height="738" sizes="(max-width: 560px) 100vw, 560px" src="https://easyweimaraner.files.wordpress.com/2024/02/photopoemfeb22-2024.webp?w=560&h=738" srcset="https://easyweimaraner.files.wordpress.com/2024/02/photopoemfeb22-2024.webp?w=560&h=738 560w, https://easyweimaraner.files.wordpress.com/2024/02/photopoemfeb22-2024.webp?w=114&h=150 114w, https://easyweimaraner.files.wordpress.com/2024/02/photopoemfeb22-2024.webp?w=228&h=300 228w, https://easyweimaraner.files.wordpress.com/2024/02/photopoemfeb22-2024.webp 652w" style="background: 0px 0px; border-radius: 20px; border: none; height: auto; margin: 0px 0px 10px; max-width: 100%; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;" width="560" /></a></p><p style="background: 0px 0px rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px 0px 15px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Thomas has been taught he would meet a lot of strange people
in this life.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">And be kind and courteous in the face of great strife.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">His mom told him, “make sure you don’t get fooled and make
one your wife,”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">But he didn’t know what to do when confronted by a camera
wielding housewife.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: Underdog;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">She told Thomas to take her picture astride her prized horse.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">And, having been told to always agree with crazies he said
‘of course.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">But then he realized in remorse<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">That the woman and Larry the horse were engaged in
intercourse.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: Underdog;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">The woman yelled happily, having her best day.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Her sad life had made her want to run away.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">And go somewhere that was happy and gay.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">But first she would add horse sex to her resume.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: Underdog;"> </span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">The boy wondered if he should call the police.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Larry the wooden horse planned to file a complaint with
Greenpeace.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">But the woman would not cease.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Until she was arrested for disturbing the peace.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">The police asked her why she has a zebra rump.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">But before she answered her lawyer got her out of that dump<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">And got home in time to watch her dad on the stump.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Just another sad day in the life of Ivanka Trump.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: Underdog;"> </span></o:p></p><br /><p></p>Ruby Rose and the Big Little Angels 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173252316434699745noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412352060304759370.post-88839724795124278082024-02-21T22:34:00.002-05:002024-02-21T22:34:33.694-05:00Worldess Wednesday <p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5ZivN0WH1TGhSpX5VvajPAv01YQPbqoA0Rf8P3UqLLvE3hibZvLalMel5jRc80ziSNu4g1BxisfRXyPhFDRemmm_IWemTomRiUxryEt46E1MSVeor_RS1nAAC_1we6qCKBbrNienBLgyNvqvNsKzgk1R3d423Lda_n6_GAB9RfnRvCJhLpR5XeAPwn3kU/s960/Ruby%20February%2021,%202024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="770" data-original-width="960" height="321" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5ZivN0WH1TGhSpX5VvajPAv01YQPbqoA0Rf8P3UqLLvE3hibZvLalMel5jRc80ziSNu4g1BxisfRXyPhFDRemmm_IWemTomRiUxryEt46E1MSVeor_RS1nAAC_1we6qCKBbrNienBLgyNvqvNsKzgk1R3d423Lda_n6_GAB9RfnRvCJhLpR5XeAPwn3kU/w400-h321/Ruby%20February%2021,%202024.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Ruby Rose and the Big Little Angels 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173252316434699745noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412352060304759370.post-64332437694577857532024-02-20T22:06:00.002-05:002024-02-20T22:06:20.073-05:00Beat This Caption <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjgtv7TE2OrRkKS5N-_hNcL65-kIyFtJDW4jzTV4lTcLersRuBsDd3M5nOmx_XqNTEJDirMdncFQwQj6xzyzDQi0dLi0RjyBTQofn880e_EWRc0R8eA0Kck2akmfWu5IhnV-9zHR8WRmWR6uEr4nCrZcGwsY8zJjilk3ywd4Pzl2RIDyk3dgt_J6md-h_Sn" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Underdog;"><img alt="" data-original-height="725" data-original-width="700" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjgtv7TE2OrRkKS5N-_hNcL65-kIyFtJDW4jzTV4lTcLersRuBsDd3M5nOmx_XqNTEJDirMdncFQwQj6xzyzDQi0dLi0RjyBTQofn880e_EWRc0R8eA0Kck2akmfWu5IhnV-9zHR8WRmWR6uEr4nCrZcGwsY8zJjilk3ywd4Pzl2RIDyk3dgt_J6md-h_Sn=w387-h400" width="387" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: Underdog;"><br />Froggy, you are the father!</span></div><p></p>Ruby Rose and the Big Little Angels 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173252316434699745noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412352060304759370.post-52651300609481248542024-02-19T22:56:00.001-05:002024-02-19T22:56:05.533-05:00Monday Question <p><span style="font-family: Underdog;"> <span style="font-size: 14pt; text-align: center;">Have your parents ever heard of name of a pet that they wished they had thought of?</span></span></p><div class="postbody">
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><a href="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/12271181854?profile=original" rel="noopener" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Underdog;"><img class="align-full" src="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/12271181854?profile=RESIZE_710x" /></span></a></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">My parents know a dog named Sinatra.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Even they had thought of it I could have been Sinatra.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Underdog;">Ruby Sinatra.</span></span></p> </div></div>Ruby Rose and the Big Little Angels 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173252316434699745noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412352060304759370.post-46752418485236526462024-02-18T19:09:00.001-05:002024-02-18T19:09:36.199-05:00The Ruby Rose Report: Trouble with the Uninvited DownstaIirs Neighbors<p> </p><p style="background: rgb(247, 253, 255); border: 0px; font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; font-size: 21.6px; font-weight: 700; margin: 0px 0px 1em; min-height: 1em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><a href="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/12384160475?profile=original" rel="noopener" style="background: transparent; border-bottom: none; border-image: initial; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; color: #26abbd; font-weight: normal; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration-line: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank"><img class="align-full" src="https://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/12384160475?profile=RESIZE_710x" style="background: transparent; border: 0px; clear: both !important; display: block !important; margin: 4px 0px; max-width: 100%; object-fit: cover; object-position: center center; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;" /></a></p><p style="background: rgb(247, 253, 255); border: 0px; font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; font-size: 21.6px; font-weight: 700; margin: 0px 0px 1em; min-height: 1em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"></p><table style="background: rgb(247, 253, 255); border-collapse: collapse; border-spacing: 0px; border: none; color: black; font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; font-size: 21.6px; font-weight: 700; margin: 0px 0px 1em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><tbody style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><tr style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><td style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;" width="224"></td></tr><tr style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><td style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"></td><td style="background: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"></td></tr></tbody></table><p style="background: rgb(247, 253, 255); border: 0px; font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; font-size: 21.6px; font-weight: 700; margin: 0px 0px 1em; min-height: 1em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br />I had been doing well with my road work. My parents said they could see my hips again. I wanted to snap at them that I wasn’t a piece of meat, but doing so would mean I would never get a piece of meat.</p><p style="background: rgb(247, 253, 255); border: 0px; font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; font-size: 21.6px; font-weight: 700; margin: 0px 0px 1em; min-height: 1em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> On Tuesday, I had to stop training as a terrible storm rampaged up the coast. The talking heads on the TV said we could get three Snow-pockets. Since Mommy didn’t want me walking on the snow and ice, I was resigned to the fact I would not see the outside until spring.</p><p style="background: rgb(247, 253, 255); border: 0px; font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; font-size: 21.6px; font-weight: 700; margin: 0px 0px 1em; min-height: 1em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> I am still getting used to winter in the Northeast, where the weather forecasters exaggerate snow like a middle school student talking about his little man. After experiencing them, we are left cold and wet and have a big mess to clean up.</p><p style="background: rgb(247, 253, 255); border: 0px; font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; font-size: 21.6px; font-weight: 700; margin: 0px 0px 1em; min-height: 1em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> But, this storm had an effect no teenage boy can cause.</p><p style="background: rgb(247, 253, 255); border: 0px; font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; font-size: 21.6px; font-weight: 700; margin: 0px 0px 1em; min-height: 1em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> I got downstairs neighbors.</p><p style="background: rgb(247, 253, 255); border: 0px; font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; font-size: 21.6px; font-weight: 700; margin: 0px 0px 1em; min-height: 1em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> Pablo, he ferrel sought shelter from the storm, and worse than that, he brought his wife Guinevere and two children.</p><p style="background: rgb(247, 253, 255); border: 0px; font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; font-size: 21.6px; font-weight: 700; margin: 0px 0px 1em; min-height: 1em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> I have superior hearing and smell, so while my parents were ignorant of the infiltration, I was all too aware and quite bothered. I went to the floor vent and barked at them to leave. “Miss Ruby,” Pablo said, “there is terrible storm coming, you don’t want us and the young ones to die in the snow.”</p><p style="background: rgb(247, 253, 255); border: 0px; font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; font-size: 21.6px; font-weight: 700; margin: 0px 0px 1em; min-height: 1em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> I wouldn’t say I wanted it. I was more ambivalent than anything else, but letting kitties freeze is the kind of thing that spreads around and ruins reputations. Also, I didn’t want my parents to uncover them while shoveling, frozen together like the scientist bodies on True Detective.</p><p style="background: rgb(247, 253, 255); border: 0px; font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; font-size: 21.6px; font-weight: 700; margin: 0px 0px 1em; min-height: 1em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> (If you don’t get the reference, don’t worry, no one is watching or missing True Detective.)</p><p style="background: rgb(247, 253, 255); border: 0px; font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; font-size: 21.6px; font-weight: 700; margin: 0px 0px 1em; min-height: 1em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> So, I let them stay. Several times, before bed, I had to bark at the floor to get them to keep it down. I could barely ignore my parents with all the noise they were making.</p><p style="background: rgb(247, 253, 255); border: 0px; font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; font-size: 21.6px; font-weight: 700; margin: 0px 0px 1em; min-height: 1em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> The problem with having cats living downstairs is that they are nocturnal neighbors. At 2:00, I heard music from below and barked at them to quiet down. “It’s a mouse mariachi band,” they purred. Two other later, I smelled a terrible stench coming from under the house. I barked down, asking what they were doing. “Cooking the band for breakfast,” they said. Cruel, but they were off-tune, and some cats like eat the show for dinner.</p><p style="background: rgb(247, 253, 255); border: 0px; font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; font-size: 21.6px; font-weight: 700; margin: 0px 0px 1em; min-height: 1em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> At dawn, I told them it was time to go, but they said it was still snowing. Two hours later, I did it again. “The National Weather Service said a foot of snow, it’s barely been two inches.” I told them they had the forecast wrong.</p><p style="background: rgb(247, 253, 255); border: 0px; font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; font-size: 21.6px; font-weight: 700; margin: 0px 0px 1em; min-height: 1em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> “Who knows more about snow? A New England meteorologist or a Daytona Griffon?”</p><p style="background: rgb(247, 253, 255); border: 0px; font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; font-size: 21.6px; font-weight: 700; margin: 0px 0px 1em; min-height: 1em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> They had a point.</p><p style="background: rgb(247, 253, 255); border: 0px; font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; font-size: 21.6px; font-weight: 700; margin: 0px 0px 1em; min-height: 1em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> So it looks like I have noisy downstairs neighbors until at least March,</p><p style="background: rgb(247, 253, 255); border: 0px; font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; font-size: 21.6px; font-weight: 700; margin: 0px 0px 1em; min-height: 1em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> It will be a long, dark, cold, smelly, and noisy winter in these parts.</p><p style="background: rgb(247, 253, 255); border: 0px; font-family: "Arial Black", sans-serif; font-size: 21.6px; font-weight: 700; margin: 0px 0px 1em; min-height: 1em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> I can’t wait until spring.</p>Ruby Rose and the Big Little Angels 3http://www.blogger.com/profile/06173252316434699745noreply@blogger.com7