Pocket's Kitty Infestation

Here at the Village of the Pruned it is rather cramped.  We have about five feet of property on either side of us, someone living behind us, and a road in front of us.  We don’t mind at all, especially since before we lived here we lived in a condo where humans pass by our window causing us a great deal of unrest and barking.

One good thing being cramped in here is that there are never any critters around:  No cats bothering our bird friends, no squirrels eating their food.

Until this week.  We have two big fern trees in our yard and this week I was sure there was something hiding under them.  My suspicions were further raised when I saw the remnants of one of my bird friends, nothing but feathers.  I suspected we had a cat infiltration.

I kept pulling Daddy towards the fern trees when he took me out.  Finally he let me stick my little head under there  He was nervous because, while he didn’t think there was anything under there, if there was something it could be dangerous, but he trusted me to handle myself, and himself to pull me out of trouble before injury.

That’s when I saw it, hidden deep under the tree, a kitty!  I barked and it took off running around the house. I gave as much chase as a Yorkie on a retractable leash can, and it beat it’s little paws out of my yard.

So, after a period of peace the Yorkie vs Kitty war has started again with the Kitty crossing the border into my yard and attacking my birdie allies.  Now, every time I drag Daddy out because I have to pee I must check my fern tree to make sure my border has not been breached.

I promise to stay vigilant against the invading Kitty hoard, unless they get a rocket launcher, that is more River’s area of expertise.

Pocket's Assembles a World Cup Team

I was snoozing on Mommy’s lap.  The TV was on and, as usual I was ignoring it unless Tyrion Lannister is on.  I like watching little people outsmart everyone else.  But then I heard the man say soccer.  When we lived at the condo kids used to leave soccer balls in the middle of the complex where Foley and I walked.  Daddy would kick the ball and I would run after it,  hop on top of it and roll over with it.  I loved playing soccer.  But then we moved here to the Village of the Pruned and you don’t want to jump on any low lying balls left here.

But I never lost my desire to for soccer and this seemed like a golden opportunity.  That night I waited for everyone to fall asleep, jumped out of bed, entered the front bedroom and snuck into Foley’s Leopard Skin Vagina Kitty Condo.  I went down to the library and, in an old file cabinet, I found the codes that Foley used to upload herself through the series of tubes that make the Internet.

Then I jumped back on the bed.  I waited until morning to tell River my plan.  She sleeps on the upper part of the bed near Mommy’s head and gets very snappish if I approached, and any snapping might tip Mommy off to my plan.

The next day when Mommy and Daddy went shopping I convinced River to use her skills picked up on the mean streets of mid-Florida to help us escape.  I told her that we were going to play soccer in Brazil and win the World Cup.  River asked me if she could eat kibble out of it, kibble being River’s main motivation to do everything and I said yes.  We then put the codes into the computer and off we went.

First we went to our friend Mollie the Highland Girl.  She has shared with us many stories about her love of soccer and I knew she would make a proper striker, whatever that is.  She gladly joined us and then we wooshed to farm country.  We needed some young blood on our team and the Boys, Elvis and Moo, would do the trick perfectly.  I didn’t even have to ask them.  As soon as they saw us they were ready for any adventure.

We needed some agile players so we got Taz and Einstein, then we picked up Graycee and Hondo.  We got Hattie Mae for inspiration, Lily as our team doctor, Molly the Wally and Lou ee from England where they seem to think they invented the game, Luca from Argentina, Paco from Italy, and finally, for their wisdom and management ability, Tommy Tunes and Hobo Hudson.

It took a lot of code writing but I got us all downloaded to the streets of Brazil.  River said we still didn’t have enough players for a full team but I had a plan.  We went to the Dogs of Brazil shelter and asked if any dogs wanted to play.   A dozen paws went up in the air.

So now we had our team comprised of males and females, Americans, Brazilians, Britons, Italians, and Griffons. We were lucky to not be placed in the Group of Death but Group E along with Switzerland, Honduras and France which was known as the Group of Ambiguous Sexual Identity.

Our first game was against France.  Mollie was able to get on top of the ball and ride it all the way into the net in the first five minutes while the French stood around looking for the men they were going to play.  Once France figured out that they were playing dogs our staunch defenders from the Dogs of Brazil chased and nipped them all over the field.  If a human can bite another human why can’t dogs bite humans?  The French retreated and we were victorious.

Most of our Brazil dogs were banned for the second game against Switzerland so we recruited more dogs over the Internet and added them even though it’s against the rules.  (Thankfully all dogs look alike to humans.)  Our new defenders were not as ferocious as the Dogs of Brazil and we fell behind 3-0.   River added a brilliant bit of strategy.  She peed on the ball.  The Swiss did not want to go near a piss covered ball and we came back with six scores as their goalie kept running away from our shots.

We had qualified for the round of 16 by the time we played Uganda.  The grass was very cool, and the sun strong, so we all just laid on the grass and enjoyed the day while the Ugandans scored 23 goals.  But it did not matter. We were ready for the next round.

The night before our next match we had a team meeting and decided we all missed our Moms too much so I uploaded everyone back home and let Brazil advance to the Round of 8 as long as they let the Dogs of Brazil play defense for them.  They agreed and we were all very happy.  (Until the dogs fell asleep against the Germans, but that’s another story.)

Especially the seven other teams who knew we would kick their butts!

River's Interview With Vladamir Putin

Foley told me I needed to have an adventure so off I went to Russia to check out the Chachi Olympics.   I was able to get an open media pass, because no one from the dog blogging community had claimed one.  I had to wear it around my neck at all times so I would not be confused with a stray dog.  When I got into my hotel room it was furnished poorly, dimly lit, overcrowded, hot and the water was yellow.  If there were more people in walkers i would have sworn I was back in Florida.

I decided if I was going to make a splash with my first big adventure I had to get the big interview of the Olympics:  Vladimir Putin.  It being the Chachi Olympics I e-mailed Scott Baio and asked him to set up the interview but the little punk ignored me so I contacted The Fonz because Chachi always did what he said, and soon Putin’s people were calling me for an appointment.

I trekked over to his villa overlooking the mud mountain where the skiers skidded downhill.  I kept my credentials around my neck so I would not be confused with a stray dog and rounded up or adopted by an overeager American slope skier.  When I reached the library where the shirtless Putin sat on a hobby horse I was frisked by a hairy cossack with cold hands.

Finally I was given an audience with his Putiness.  Of course my first question was his horrible treatment of the stray dogs on the streets of Chachi.

“The dogs were a badness on our streets.  Badness on the streets must be eliminated.  First badness:  Homeless dogs.  Second badness:  Homeless people.  Third badness:  Home owning Gay people.  All must go.  Stain on Russia.”

I told him that it was my understanding that the Olympics was about bringing people of different beliefs and cultures together to celebrate our differences.

“Not in Russia.  This is the Bizarro Olympics.  Winter Olympic in cold place, we have in warm place.  Hotel have running water, we have creeping sludge.  Olympic welcome everyone with open arms, we have hairy Cossack beat them with club.”

I asked him about his treatment of dogs.  If he knew they were having the Olympics why didn’t they find home for the street dogs then, why wait until the Olympics were starting then decide to kill my comrades.

“We Russia.  We don’t prepare so good.  Hitler say he hate Communists  He offer us deal.  We say OK.  He wipe us half out. What a country.”

And that’s when I called him a dick.  And then they said to lock up the little dog.  The bare chested dictaitor on the hobby horse told me to put me behind a foor foot gate because a little dog like me couldn’t get out.  But was you know I am a flying dog, and I jumped over that gate and ran back to the Olympic village where one of those crazy slope skiers brought me home in his luggage.

But before that I took a big dump on that Putin guys shirt.

Pocket Dog Ice Dancer

I am not, in any way, a fan of the snow, ice, or cold.  Being a wee dog the ice sticks in my paws, the snow sticks to my fur, and the cold clings to me for minutes after I enter the warm house.  

I do find myself a bit jealous of those big dogs that can go romping through the snow, jumping in and out of it, the gravity shaking it from their fur. I don’t have the push off the legs to romp through the snow.  I just sink into it and get stuck. Then I worry if the sun gets strong enough I, like the snow, will melt away.

But sometimes after the snow has been around a couple of days it starts to melt, then it freezes overnight, and makes a nice layer of ice on top of the snow.  For most dogs that’s when they go crunching through the snow but for me then when I can go gliding.

I climb up on the snow and suddenly I have summited a mountain.  I can see inches further than I have ever seen before.  I can look Daddy, who is standing in the driiveway holding my leash, straight in the knee.  I do so with a smile, not wanting to scare him with my now daunting size.

I tentatively take a few steps forward, and then I stop short. During warm weather walks this usually trips up Daddy because he isn’t looking at me..  But today he is just watching as I stop short and then skate across the top of the snow.  I shift my weight slightly to my right, lift my left legs, and start to go in a circle/.  I shift my weight again to the left, and do the same with my left legs making a wonderful figure eight.

While my Daddy yells at me to hurry up and pee I run towards the snow banks by the driveway and slide up and down like a furry penguin.  In my mind I can hear the announcer:  Cinderella story. Outta nowhere. A Yorkshire Terrier, now, about to become the Olympic champion. It looks like a mirac... she set a world record!  She set a world record!  She set a world record.

After setting the record I did as all great champions do, first peeing, and then defecating on the course.  I then walked across the ice, in the sunshine, triumphant, hoping for a victory lap to cuddle up in when I heard a crunch, my right foreleg broke through the snow into the cold and my chin smacked the snow.

The sun had melted my fine crust of ice that has supported me, but that was OK, if it got cold overnight then I would have my ice back in the morning, and if not it’s one day closer to spring.

But for today, I am a champion.

Attorney in Training Pocket Dog Answers Your Legal Questions

(From Foley Monster:  I have hired (ordered) Pocket to go through my many requests for legal aid as part of her training to be a lawyer.  Here are some of the answers to questions we have received.)

Dear Attorney in Training Pocket Dog:  I would like you to represent the Southern dogs against the Northern dogs.  The Northern dogs have sent their cold weather down to us instead of keeping it up their way.  I am aggrieved that we have to experience their weather.  I want to sue them for not keeping track of their weather.  Will you take my case? - Tashi

Dear Tashi:  I am sorry, being a Northern dog I cannot take your case.  I think we should join together and sue all the dogs from the  North Pole who are sending their cold air our way, and when we win we will make them drag us around in those very cool sleds.  Either that or sue the groundhog.  I understand he was recently cleared of blame for the late winter but we believe that was just clever work by his publicist.  I shall get to filing the papers now.

Dear Attorney in Training Pocket Dog:  My Mom took me for what I think was an unnecessary surgery.  First I had to get my teeth cleaned because I had stinky breath.  What is so bad about stinky breath?  I smell butts all day long.  If I don’t find butts offensive then breath is nothing. She also had what was supposed to be a wart removed.  When I woke up there was a huge chunk of skin missing.  I thought the removal of the wart would be simple.  I think I was misled.  Will you represent me? - Max Maggo

Dear Max:  I have checked with my supervisor Attorney Foley Monster and she told me that we cannot take a case with your Mom as the defendant because of her loyalty to Tanner Bub and because she knows that your Mom did what she knew was right.  Those warts can turn into something far worse and cause you to receive a premature ticket to the Bridge.  The good news is, if the doctor said he would be able to remove the wart easily and he ended up taking a huge chunk out of your skin then he is liable.  We sent him a settlement request of 200 assorted treats.

Dear Attorney in Training Pocket Dog:  My Daddy kept me off line for over a year and I missed lots of good times with my friends.  Is this actionable? - Sophie Jean Boyd.

Dear Sophie:  You are darn right it is.  I have discussed it with Foley and we are demanding that your Daddy feed you nothing but premium dog food and treats for the next week, provides for you a new toy for every toy you own that is over two years old, and takes you for at least one half hour walk a day where you are allowed to sniff whatever you want to sniff.  If he does not do this then he can expect to go before Judge Judy in Doggycourt.  Your fee is one premium treat.  Please stay in touch if he does not meet our demands.

Pocket’s Legal Tip of the Week:  Recently the Supreme Court ruled against two of Foley’s clients.  They were dogs who worked for the police and had sniffed drugs outside a man’s home.  The police used this as probable cause to enter the house and arrest the man.  The Supreme Court ruled that just because us dogs tipped the police that there were drugs in the house it was not good enough evidence for them to enter.  Basically they said that us dogs could go boolala ourselves.  So I advise that whatever we learn through our superior senses about what humans are doing in our house, as long as they aren’t hurting animals or humans, we let it be.  If humans don’t appreciate what we do for them then they can figure out who is getting high on their own.  Instead of working for the man let’s start working on our rights so the Supreme Court will recognize us as the Superior beings.  And Dude, if you are getting so stoned we can smell you across the street, might be time for a meeting.

Testimony From Foley's Confirmation Hearing For Ambassador to Dog

This week Foley Monster testified before the Senate’s Animal Relations Committee. President Obama had nominated Foley to be his Ambassador to Dog. Here is partial testimony from the confirmation hearing:

Foley Monster:  I would like to thank the President for this prestigious nomination and look forward to answering your questions. I hope to, as Ambassador to Dog, address many of the issues facing the majority of dogs in this country including breed discrimination, the continued importing of tainted food from China, humans who take up too much of the bed, missed walk times, late feeding times, and fireworks. I am ready to take your questions:

Fawning Liberal Senator Just Happy to be on the Committee:  Miss Monster, I would like to thank you for being here, your skills as a dog are unparalleled, and the President has shown the wisdom of Lincoln and the boldness of Teddy Roosevelt in appointing you.

Foley Monster: Was that a question?

Fawning Liberal Senator Just Happy to be on the Committee: No I just wanted to say I heart you, I heart the President, And hi Mom.

Obstructionist Conservative Senator Speaking With Southern Drawl: Ms. Foley Monster, this committee is not impressed by your fancy dress or tail wagging. We are just one small horse away from a dog and pony show. What I want to ask you is in your liberal, European, Socialist opinion should the country be concerned about climate change?

Foley Monster: Oh yes, very concerned.

Obstructionist Conservative Senator Speaking With Southern Drawl: Why Miss Monster that climate change is nothing but a hoax, a way for the Socialist administration to drive a wedge between American people and their money.

Foley Monster:  With all due respect Obstructionist Conservative Senator Speaking With Southern Drawl just six months ago I was walking around on a very hot day, panting, and thirsty. Now I go outside and the ice cracks my pads, I shiver, and two days ago when I peed I got stuck to the ground. Us dogs hate climate change. We want it 60 degrees and sunny every day and won’t rest until it is.

Angry, Perhaps Senile or Drunk Conservative Senator From the Southwest: FOLEY MONSTER WHAT DO YOU THINK WE SHOULD DO ABOUT CHINA? WE HAVE TO STOP BOWING TO CHINA. WE SHOULD BLOW UP CHINA. GENERAL GAO’S CHICKEN GIVES ME GAS.

Foley Monster: I am not friend of the Chinese. Their food is terrible and dangerous. I know when humans eat Chinese food they need to eat again in an hour, but if dogs eat Chinese food their owners have to buy another dog in an hour.

Angry, Perhaps Senile or Drunk Conservative Senator From the Southwest: I WANT TO BLOW THEM ALL INTO THE SEA!

Foley Monster: Well, that may be a little extreme for my taste but I don’t have a problem bombing the crap out of the dog food factories.

The rest of Foley’s testimony was routine and her nomination seemed certain to be confirmed until this picture surfaced and she had to withdraw from consideration.

The Annual Thanksgiving Day Parade of Too Many Dogs

Foley Monster:  Good morning, greetings, salutations and a Happy Thanksgiving to one and all.  Welcome to the 2012 All Pups Almost Annual Thanksgiving Day parade which we forgot to have last year.  With me is my sister Pocket Dog.

Pocket:  I’m not wearing pants.  I’m buck naked!

Foley Monster:  And we are so proud of you for that.  This parade will be comprised of friends of ours from Tanner Brigade, Doggyspace, and the blogging world and it should be the best parade every and to start it out here comes the Min Pin Gang Marching band.

Pocket:  Look out those Min Pin’s play.  We have Min Pin trumpet and sousaphone players and even drummers, and ooops, it looks like Cricket ran off with Mouse’s drum stick but Mouse is going one with one stick.  What a trooper.

Foley Monster:  Here is one of my favorite floats.  It’s the Pokey, Maggie and Toby Dog Transport Float.  And look at all the dogs on the float being transported to new home by their wonderful Mom Laura.

Pocket:  In front of the float is Toby looking so proud that he has a new home and on top of the float sitting on a throne is our friend Pokey.  He is not feeling too well right now but we want everyone to give him a big Thanksgiving blessing because we want him here for a lot more parades to come.

Foley Monster:  And here is our first Rainbow Bridge float and it’s Reba Messina.  Oh helllo Reba, we have missed you so much.

Pocket:  And she is surrounded by all the GenChan dogs that she heped bring recognition too.  Look they are lifting her on her shoulders.  Now that is great to see.  

Foley Monster:  And there is one of our blogging friends Molly the Wolly.  Molly is from Great Britain and she is dressed up like James Bond.

Pocket:  Molly looks great on her float and as she insists upon the float is being shaken, not stirred.

Foley Monster:  Speaking of dogs on a throne here, in a float constructed of milk bones to look like a castle is one of our favorite dogs, the regal Leo, standing next to his throne, wearing his crown, holding his scepter, and smoking the pipe Hattie Mae gave him.  

Pocket:  He is one good looking dog.  I am talking George Clooney handsome.

Foley Monster:  And, oh my, from the float behind Leo Hattie Mae has jumped and now she is chasing Leo’s float.

Pocket:  For an old girl she moves fast.

Foley Monster:  Don’t let her hear that.  Plus she is determined.  And now she jumps and she climbs up on the float and she is sitting next to Leo.

Pocket:  She must have had it planned all along, the color of her dress matches Leo’s robe.

Foley Monster:  Behind Leo’s float was Hattie Mae’s float but now Jackie Lynn has taken Hattie’s spot behind the sewing machine.  The float is a tribute to all the Moms who make their dogs clothes.

Pocket:  Smartie and Fella are there two sewing on the buttons.  What a wonderful tribute to their Mom Darla.

Foley Monster:  But you can tell that Jackie is distracted because behind her,. riding on a float, and locked in a jail cell is Lou ee, still under guard after the debauchery of his dual birthday party with Leo.

Pocket:  I wonder why Leo was able to go free but Lou ee is still locked up?

Foley Monster:  I got Leo out of jail in the United States but I would have to go to London to get Lou ee out and those powdered wigs make my eyes itch.

Pocket:  We are all with you Lou ee.  Free Lou ee!

Foley Monster:  I think that was a movie about a whale.  Oh look we have another Rainbow Bridge float, and look at this, together again, it’s sweet Sierra with Nase and Tiger.

Pocket:  Oh it is so wonderful to see Sierra again.  She is such a beautiful dog.  And look at Nase and Tiger running around the float playing.  Oh that is awful rough.  Oh, ouch, oh Nase.

Foley:  Oh here is one of my favorite packs, and out in front of their float is Bear.  It’s the Sandy, Maggie, Nikki and Bear float and Bear is in the lead because last year at this time he was with a rotten family living a rotten life and now he’s living a great life.

Pocket:  And it’s wonderful to see Maggie.  Just a week ago we were sick with worry about her and now she is sitting on the float so gracefully.  And let’s give a shout out to their sick human sister and say a prayer that she’s home soon.  

Foley:  Here is a float with three of our newest friends on it Reese, his sister Meika, and Meika’s boyfriend Wishbone.  They are new to DS and if you are not friends with them makes friends right now because they are the sweetest, friendliest dogs.

Pocket:  I love the relationship between Meika and Wishbone.  And look at Reese running and playing with his new football.  So cute.  

Foley:  Oh look how special this is.  It’s Angel Charlie from the Burgh holding paws with his new family member Joey and Charlie is introducing him to everyone.  

Pocket:  And Angel Charlie is flying above them.  He has so much experience flying.

Foley:  Here comes the giant Shih Tzu float with Tashi and Tiara on it and sitting at the very top Angel Lovey all three with pretty red ribbons in their hair.

Pocket:  And they are throwing kibble to the other dogs.  They are just the nicest dogs always ready to give something to someone.

Foley:  And here are two more of our blogging friends, Benny and Lily, from the two French Bulldogs site.

Pocket:  They have quite a following, and look at the kids waving to the, they are so popular.

Foley:  And look, from the streets of Mayberry it’s our great friend Otie Campbell running around a float made to look like Mayberry.

Pocket:  And there have Opie and Sheriff Andy made out of kibbles and bits, Otie has a winning float right there I tell you.

Foley:  Here comes a float that looks like a giant couch and look there is Brody eating it.

Pocket:  Actually it is a couch on a flatbed truck.  Brody only eats the best couches.  Plus whenever we mention Brody in a blog we get 1,000 more hits so go Brody.

Foley:  Here is one of everyone’s favorite dogs, along with his sister Freddie Girl, it’s the fabulous Tommy Tunes.

Pocket:  And behind Tommy they are showing all the wonderful pictures he has done over the year.  Look at all the great work he has done.  Yay Tommy!

Foley Monster:  All the way from Italy, on a float shaped like a pizza, it’s our friend Paco.

Pocket:  Correct me if I am wrong Foley but I think that float is made of pizza because the dogs watching the parade seem to be attacking it.

Foley Monster:  Let me check.  ~Foley runs down and bites the float~  Yes Pocket, it is made of pizza

Pocket:  Did you bring me a slice?  Foley?  Foley?

Foley Monster:  And behind him on a float made of Schnitzel it’s The Rock.

Pocket:  I don’t think I want to taste the Schnitzel.  But the other dogs seem to be enjoying it.  I don’t think either of these floats is going to make it to the end of the parade.  

Foley Monster:  Listen to the howls of the dog for the next float?  Could it be?  It is, the newest Rainbow Bridge Angel Jake, along with Star, and look at them running along the top of the float and barking at one another.  It is so wonderful to see them playing like they were young again.

Pocket:  Jake wanted to spend Thanksgiving with his family and here at the parade he can.  And look how excited Taz and Jazzy are to see their siblings young and playful again.

Foley Monster:  Here is one of our favorite pups, the giant Crystal the Great Dane, riding on a float made to look like an Arizona desert.

Pocket;  I think Crystal is the Queen of the desert.

Foley Monster:  Oh I am glad to see this.  The crowd has been a little worked up and now here comes the police float with Benjamin, Butkus, Barry and Pepper.

Pocket:  You can see the young one straighten right out when they see our police force.

Foley Monster:  Here, on a beautiful bridal float, is our friend Romey, who is busy planning his Mom’s wedding.

Pocket:  Oh Romey has some wonderful wedding designs on the float, and a huge Bears logo, that is so nice.

Foley Monster:  And here is a wonderful float of a Church and there preaching to the masses is Fonzie Tuxedo.

Pocket:  It is so nice to have a parade with a religious message today.  The young pups have a lot to learn.

Foley Monster:  Oh my gosh look at this float, it is huge, taking up the sidewalk too.

Pocket  It is the Newfoundland float.  On it are our friends Matilda, Buddy Boy Smith, and from the life and times of Remington blog our clever friend Remington.  And flying over them is what looks like the biggest bird I have ever seen but is really Angel Moses.  I love the parades when Moses comes and visits.

Foley Monster:  Now who is under that giant white sheet hanging out in the card board haunted house.

Pocket:  Oh my gosh.  It’s Smoochcy.  I got so scared when he revealed himself but it’s great to see him.  Smoochy write the best ghost stories ever.

Foley Monster:  And here is one of the bravest dogs I know, and look, he is dressed up as a dogtor, it’s Max.  He certainly has spent a lot of time at the dogtors recently so he should know what they are like.

Pocket:  But I don’t think either Tupper or Boris is very happy being his nurse.

Foley Monster:  Here is one of our all time favorite friends from the Bridge.  It’s Bear.  We love you Bear.

Pocket:  And below Bear is Chey and our new friend Kaiser.  The K Man has gone from being in a shelter to being a well trained shepard so way to go K Man.

Foley Monster:  And next on a float made of roses comes two of our favorite little Shiba Divas Maya and Jeni.

Pocket:  Oh they both look so beautiful.

Foley Monster:  Here, on a float shaped like the country of Australia is a blogging friend Downunder Daisy.

Pocket;  Daisy is a nine year old Scottie Princess and we are so happy she came to the states for the parade.

Foley Monster:  Now we have to stand up and bark for our besties, Angel Mrs. Sophie Bub, Koda, Josie and Wills.

Pocket:  Wills is an adopted dog who has learned to be a great dog under the guidance of Mrs Sophie Bub and Josie is still a grouch.

Foley Monster:  And here is another one of our favorite pups Raider Sinca riding a float of the Patron Saint of Lost Causes.

Pocket:  The well known Red Sox, Jets and Raider fan never stops believing, you have to respect that.

Foley Monster:  And look at this beautiful float.  There are no decorations on the float it is just the beautiful dogs.

Pocket:  It is the Clemmis and the Girls float and they are all just stunning.

Foley Monster:  And now on a float with dozens of pumpkins are the Lambies looking stunning as well.

Pocket: And there Dad is with them, or someone else with strange shoes, but no one is looking at them when the Lambies are on the float.

Foley Monster:  Look who it is Pocket!  It’s Angel Amber.  And over her head is a perfect rainbow.
Pocket:  The rainbow has become Angel Amber’s sign.  Whenever you see a rainbow you know she is thinking of her Mom.

Foley Monster:  All right, stand back and look out the food floats are coming!  ~Foley leaves her post and runs down to get food.~

Pocket:  I can’t believe she left me here.  Let’s see:  First here is our best friend Hannah Banana II with her wonderful treats.  They are just the best and we love them.  Foley get me some!  Foley.  Next comes Kerri’s Kookies and they are so good too.  Kerri and Hannah are throwing treats to the crowd and Foley is running under legs to get to the food. Finnaly it’s our good friends Koli and Felix throwing biscuts and brownies.  Oh boy those look good.   And Foley is coming back.  Foley did you get me any treats?  Foley?  Foley?

Foley Monster: ~Speaking with full mouth~  I am back.  Sorry no pup treats but here is a treat for you.  It is our beloved big brother Blazer and his sister Angel Kimber buzzing around his head.

Pocket:  Kimber is our first kitty in the parade because she is very special to us and we love seeing her.  God Kimber.

Foley Monster:  Now, on a float shaped like the country of Mexico, put lying in the sun, it is Pintus and Rain.

Pocket:  They look like such relaxed pups on their float sipping drinks and waving to the crowd.

Foley Monster:  Here, on a giant Schnazuer float made of black eyed Susans are two of my favorite dogs, Scooter and Molly.

Pocket:  I loves these very funny and sweet pups.  Look at the delighted children as they chase one another around the float.  

Foley Monster:  Here comes the youngest dog featured in this parade, it’s Joey from the ‘Burgh.

Pocket:  And with Joey, with his arms around his shoulder, teaching him how things should be, is Angela Charlie.  That is so sweet to see.

Foley Monster:  Oh this might be the most beautiful float I have seen.  It is a giant Ladybug made of roses.

Pocket:  And riding on it is Angel Ladybug sitting next to Max.  Just about the most beautiful thing we have seen.  

Foley Monster:  And here, riding a float dedicated to dogs healing, is Cooper, who has had a hard time with his health this year.  It is great to see him.

Pocket:  And next to him, taking care of him are Chipper and Romeo.

Foley Monster:  Do you heat that laughter?  That is because one of the funniest dogs we know is in the way.  It’s Sushi.

Pocket:  Everyone loves Sushi’s funny stories but he is also one of the sweetest dogs I know.

Foley Monster:  Here on a float that looks like a computer is our friend Silvie Goldstein who does more blogging than any other dog I know.

Pocket;  And Silvie is throwing copies of her blog to the adoring fans.

Foley Monster:  Look at this lovely float that is made to look the the rebuilt Northeast shore line:  It’s Willie Nillie and Jesse Belle.  

Pocket:  And those two wonderful dog are collecting food for dogs who were displace.  How sweet of them.

Foley Monster:  Here is a beautiful pup, from the great state of North Carolina, it’s Sophie Jean.  

Pocket:  She is a beautiful dog and represents her state beautifully.

Foley Monster:  Now here is a clever idea.  See that float there that looks like two salt and pepper shakers.  Well it’s Ginger Dash and and Gypsy.

Pocket:  That is a great idea but I think that we put them on a salt and pepper shaker because she is named Dash in a sign we are running out of ideas.

Foley Monster:  But we aren’t running out of floats.  Now look at this one, it is built like a track, so that means it’s our healthiest, hardest working Mom, Wendy, running with Logan, Dodger and Reba.

Pocket:  And Wendy is not even bragging a sweat.  But the dogs are now doing down the slide to get in the pool.  This is a great float.

Foley Monster:  Here is a float that is made out of bacon and is shaped like the whole world.

Pocket:  It is that great thinker Copernicus.  He is studying the map and making calculations.  And now he is eating South America.

Foley Monster:  Here is a float that looks like a beautiful Southern plantation made of carnations.

Pocket:  And riding on the float are Belle and Amber the two southern bills and represnting the great state of Alabama Anna Nichole.

Foley Monster:  Now from the South to the North we got to the streets of Pittsburgh to see Einstein. Taz and Kameron.  

Pocket: Taz and Kameron are dressed in Steeler outfits while Einstein is doing his utility drills.  And, uh-oh, there is an angry Sydney with a hockey stick.  Look out, she is still angry about the lockout.

Foley Monster:  Here is a float with two of our greatest friends Pepper and JuJu.

Pocket:  Maybe we should have saved the salt and pepper shaker for them.  Oh well, I believe that is a good JuJu float.

Foley Monster:  Can you smell all those fresh flowers, you know what that means?

Pocket:  It means it’s our friend Summer.  Hi Summer, stay safe and healthy my friend.

Foley Monster:  This year, riding on our old Yorkie float is Trixie.

Pocket:  The Yorkie float is the most important float in the parade and I would only trust Trixie with it.

Foley Monster:  And of course, behind that is our pitbull float, and there is one of the kindest dogs we know, Shiloh.

Pocket:  And on the top of the float is the space needle to celebrate her home in Seattle and Applebee menus to celebrate her Mom.

Foley Monster:  And here, in a float made to look like a rescue transport van is some of our favorite rescues, Lily, Scooter and Candy.

Pocket:  And above them two angels who got their wings this year, it is great to see Moe and Jilly Girl again.

Foley Monster:  Look at the wonderful boy dog in the tuxedo.  It’s Gordo.

Pocket:  Oh Gordo looks like such a gentleman.  He has all the girls swirling.

Foley Monster:  And on one of the most beautiful floats as always it is Cocoa Puff, Molly Mae and Max and above them beautiful Ruger and our leader Tanner Bub.

Pocket:  Look at all the dogs tipping their tails to Tanner as the ultimate sign of respect.

Foley Monster:  Look at those frisbees in the air.  That can only mean one thing.

Pocket:  It is Cali and Hurley and look at Hurley going after those frisbees,  There is no one better at getting a frisbee than Hurley.

Foley Monster:  Here are some dogs we haven’t seen in awhile but they are still favorite of ours, on a GSD float it is Daddy, Taser and Ruger.

Pocket:  They are very good GSD representatives.

Foley Monster:  Oh let’s give a wave to Daisy Mae on her float.  She is so cute.

Pocket:  And behind her on the bandana float is Bauser still standing strong.  You go Bauser.

Foley Monster:  Looking beautiful on the Shih Tzu float which is made with carnations is the beautiful Gracie Mae.

Pocket:  And on another rescue float is the patron saint of all rescues Morgan the Miracle Maltese, one of the most beautiful angels we have seen today.

Foley Monster:  And under her, running around and barking is the beautiful Jackson.

Pocket:  Here, in a float the size of Idaho are our good friend Savannah and Roland.

Foley Monster:  And it is all made of corn which is really cool.

Pocket:  Here is a triangular float for training, adoption and agility.

Foley Monster:  It is Chappy, Whiskey, Blue and Jasper and above them, looking down is Angel 12, looking out for his pack as he always does.

Pocket:  On a float with all of his Mom’s drawings behind him is Zoe Boe.

Foley Monster:  And Zoe is passing out some of those drawings and then fans are loving it.

Pocket:  And on a float that looks like the state of Florida is our sweet Shadow.

Foley Monster:  I am very happy to see Shadow is wearing the thundershirt.  We know how nervous she is and don’t want her to get upset.

Pocket:  And representing the great state of Maine it is Bentley.

Foley Monster:  Speaking of Maine I don’t think Bentley should be licking down under while on the float.

Pocket:  And behind her is our sweet friend Otis.  Otis is visually challenged so he has his seeing eye Mom with him.  She is the only human on the parade route and is doing a great job.

Foley Monster:  Now it is time for a great fashion show, on a float that is built like a runway, it’s Sydney, Moose and Buddy.

Pocket:  Oh look at them they are stylin and profiling.

Foley Monster:  Here is one of my favorite floats, one that looks like the entire universe.

Pocket:  It is the Shiloh Space float and if you ask you will be told your future.

Foley Monster:  Oh this float makes me so happy.  It is the Malatesta clan together again.

Pocket:  It is Angel Brandon above them looking down at them.  Below is Puppy who has been reunited with Wishone and Wishbone’s great new family Annie and Blossom.

Foley Monster:  You hear that South American music, it is our Argentine friends Luca, Junior and Fred.  it is so wonderful to see them together.

Pocket:  And behind them is Erin’s float which has all the computer backgrounds you could ever want, what a great float.

Foley Monster:  On the next float is one of our youngest and most favorite pups, it’s Sophie.

Pocket:  And above Sophie, watching over her, as always, is Angel Mollie.  Love you Mollie.

Foley Monster:  Two more of our friends, one from the Bridge and one still with us, it’s Ducle and Barge at the Bridge.  It is wonderful to see us.

Pocket:  And we have two more cats allowed into the dog parade.  It’s our good friends Andy and Barney.

Foley Monster:  And looking over them are their angels Jondalar and Muffin.

Pocket:  And rounding out our parade are the King and Queen, soon to be married, Hobo and Lily.

Foley Monster:  Hobo is handsome as always and Lily looks beautiful in her gown.  Best of wishes to them.

Pocket:  And that is our parade.  The bad news is that Thanksgiving is over, this blog was too long, so better luck next year.  Happy Black Friday everyone.