The Tanner Biigade Musical: Act III

The Tanner Brigade Act II

Scene I

Where Sophie and Tanner are married and say goodbye

“Cover Me” sung to “Cover Me” from Rent
(TANNER)
Live In My House
I'll Be You Shelter
Just Pay Me Back With One Thousand
Kisses
Be My Partner
And I'll Cover You
Open Your Door - I'll Be Your Tenant
Don't Got Much Baggage
To Lay At Your Feet
But Sweet Kisses I've Got To Spare
I'll Be There - I'll Cover You

(TANNER AND SOPHIE)
I Think They Meant It
When They Said You Can't Buy Love
Now I Know You Can find It
With pretty dogs on the world wide web

All My Life
I've Longed To Discover
Something As True
As This Is

(TANNER BRIGADE)
So With A Thousand
Sweet Kisses
I'll Cover You

(SOPHIE)
If You're Cold
And You're
Lonely
You've Got One
Nickel Only
When You're
Worn Out
And Tired
When Your Heart
Has Expired

(TANNER BRIGADE)
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand Six
Hundred Minutes
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Minutes Of Love

SOPHIE
I'll Cover You

Scene II
Returning from their raid on the castle and accompanying Tanner to the Bridge Foley and Pocket realize they need a new home
“New Home” Sung to “Home”
(FOLEY AND POCKET)
Another bad blogger day
Is come and gone away
Where we play and roam
I think we need a new home
Mmmmmmmm

I was once surrounded by
Thousands of profiles I
Still felt all alone
I think we need a new home
Where no one bad can go

And I’ve been thinking about the kind messages we got from you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send back the same kind words to you
But they were surrounded by blogs cold and flat
And you deserve more than that

Another doggy site
With good friends
I’m lucky I know
But because of one mean dog
I think we need a new home

I think we need a new home
Where no one is mean or cold
I think we need a new home

And I feel just like I’m stuck in someone else’s drama
Where too many dogs were willing to fight
When everything wasn’t going right
And I know just why you could not
Stay there with me
‘Cause this like a bad dream
But you always believe in me

Another doggy place has come
And gone away
I miss Benji in Rome
And I wanna go home
Let’s get a new home

I was once surrounded by
Thousands of profiles I
Still felt all alone
I think we need a new home
Where no one bad can go

Let’s get a new home
DW had a good run
Baby, I’m done
I need a new home
Let’s get a new home
It will all right
We’ll all be home tonight
Scene III

Where Foley Monster founds and invites friends to Tanner Bub Land”
“Tanner Bub Land” sung to “American Land”
(FOLEY MONSTER)
Come to this land of Tanner Bub so many will be happy here
I'm going now while I'm still young my darling meet me there
Wish me luck my lovely I'll send for you when I can
And we'll make our home in the Tanner Bub land

Over there you can dance and bark whatever you feel
And puppies dear, the smiley face, will make your comment heal
There are groups to join and friendly chats are right at hand
Come make your home in the the Tanner Bub Land

There’s blogs to be read and forums for all your big ideas
You have friends nearby and others to invite that you hold dear
There’s no mean comments everyone is there to lend a hand
When you make your home in the Tanner Bub Land

I went to Ning and typed in the words Tanner Brigade
I set the site to private so we’d never worry about a Princess raid
I emptied out the address book to say to good doggies from sand to sand
Come make your home in the Tanner Bub Land

There’s blogs to be read and forums for all your big ideas
There are event tabs where you can have parties with all those dear
You can put pictures in blogs and comment with just a flick of a hand
When you make your home in the Tanner Bub Land

The Bama Bunch, the Sham’s & Karma Pack, the 3L Brothers, too
Hobo Hudson, the Lambies, Hattie Mae, Moses and Matilda too
Came across the web to find a new homes
With nothin but the need to bark and freedom in their souls

They bark about their training, their Moms, their dislike of thunder
They bark about peace, love, understanding and support
They bark about good times, sunny days and long walks at dawn
And not a single one of them bark a word to put you down

There’s blogs to be read and forums for all your big ideas
There are event tabs where you can have parties with all those dear
You can put pictures in blogs and comment with just a flick of a hand
When you make your home in the Tanner Bub Land
When you make your home in the Tanner Bub Land
When you make your home in the Tanner Bub Land

Finale

“Don’t Stop Barkin!” sung to “Don’t Stop Believing”

(FOLEY)
Just a small town dog, livin in a lonely world
Sitting at the midnight computer goin nowhere
(TANNER)
Just a city boy, born and raised in Pocatello, ID
Sitting at the midnight computer goin nowhere

(BOTH)
A web site to sit and be friends
Who you can stay with until the end
For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on

(TANNER BRIGADE)
Strangers waiting ready to type on the Tanner Brigade
Sweet souls searching in the night
Sharing laughs, tears and emotion
Typing, somewhere in the night

Freedom to bark is our right
To keep it we’re prepared to fight
No one can silence us now
To no Princess should we bow
No bad words is what we choose
We’re not here to sing the blues
Oh, the brigade never ends
It goes on and on and on and on

(chorus)
Dont stop barkin’
Hold on to the freedom
Tanner’s people

Tanner Brigade: Musical Act II

The Tanner Brigade: The Musical

Act II

Scene One

Foley and Pocket learn that Tanner has been banned from DS and they petition Princess to allow him back. Princess comes down from on high to answer

“Tanner Bub” (sung to Rehab)


(PRINCESS)

You want me to bring back Tanner but I said 'no, no, no'
She broke the rules it’s very unforchunit you know know know
I ain’t go the time to listen to you puppies whine
You want me to let Tanner back but he must go go go

I’d rather be on line with edy
Cutting down doggies that we may
Cause there's nothing
There's nothing you can say
Unless there’s money you want to pay

I don’t’ have a lot of class
And if you don’t like it kiss my ass

You want me to bring back Tanner but I said 'no, no, no'
He broke the rules it’s very unforchunit you know know know
I ain’t got the time to listen to you puppies whine
You want me to let Tanner back but he must go go go

The man said ‘that dog said my name’
I said get him out of here
I don’t need any babies
It will keep me from fame
Foley said I made her depressed
I said get back with the rest

They tried to make me take back Tanner but I said ‘no, no, no’
She broke the rules it’s very unforchunit you know know know

I don't ever wanna think again
I just don’t need friends
I'm not gonna have my advertisers
think these pups have gone around the bend

It's not just my pride
I need to pay for my mail order bride

They tried to make me take back Tanner but I said ‘no, no, no’
She broke the rules it’s very unforchunit you know know know
I ain’t go the time to listen to you puppies whine
You want me to let Tanner back but he must go go go

Act II. Scene II.


In which Foley Monster and Pocket try to decide what they should do about Tanner’s banishment.

What would Moses Newfie do? Sung to what would Brian Botanio do?

(FOLEY AND POCKET)
What would Moses Newfie do
If he was here right now,
He'd make a plan
And he'd follow through,
That's what Moses Newfie‘d do.

When Moses Newfie was on Mount Everest,
With Sir Hillary,
He dragged to the top that English putz
While wearing a blind fold.

When Moses Newfie was in the desert,
Fighting terrorists,
He used his magical fire breath,
And saved the entire army.

So what would Moses Newfie do
If he were here today,
I'm sure he'd bite an ass or two,
That's what Moses Newfie‘d do.

What would Moses Newfie do,
He'd call all the dogs in town,
And tell them to unite for Tanner
That's what Moses Newfie would do.

When Moses Newfie travelled through time
To the year 1776
He led the troops across the Delaware
and saved the American country

And when Moses Newfie built the pyramids,
He beat up Kubela Kong.

Cos Moses Newfie doesn't take shit from an-e-y-body

So lets all get together,
And unite to stop Princess
And we'll save Tanner Bub too,
Cos that's what Moses Newfie do.

And we'll save Tanner Bub too,
Cos that's what Moses Newfie do.
That's what Moses Newfie do.

Act II. Scene III.

In which Teddy Bond, Foley and Pocket lead the Tanner Brigade from the castle into the wilderness

“Dogs on the Run” sung to Band on the Run

(TANNER BRIGADE)
Stuck inside this castle, sent inside forever,
Never seeing no one nice again like Tanner,
Tanner you, Tanner you.
If I ever get out of here,
I’m going to find a new playground
With freedom to bark all day
All I need is a new place to bark
If I ever get out of here.

Well the walls exploded with a mighty crash and there was Teddy Bond
And Zoe Boe said to the Lambies it’s time to jump the pond
Dogs on the run, dogs on the run.
And Hobo Hudson and Ashton said it was time to have some fun

For the dogs on the run, dogs on the run, dogs on the run, dogs on the run

Well, the Princess drew a heavy sigh seeing how many had gone,
And a bell was ringing in the village square to search until dawn
Dogs on the run, Dogs on the run.
And Teddy Bond and the Foley Monster, were leading every one

For the dogs on the run, dogs on the run, dogs on the run, dogs on the run

Well, the night was falling as the Tanner Brigade began to settle down.
In the castle they’re searching for us every where, but we never will be found.
Dogs on the run, dogs on the run

And the Princess, who held a grudge
Will search for evermore
For the dogs on the run, dogs on the run, dogs on the run, dogs on the run

Act II: Scene IV:

As Tanner prepares to cross to Rainbow Bridge the Brigade invades the Princess’ Castle to pay tribute to him.

“La Tanner Bub” sung to “La Boheme”

FOLEY
Dearly beloved, we gather here to say
our goodbyes
Here he lies
Only we know his worth
The late great son of Mother Earth
On this night we celebrate the life
In this castle of Princess
We raise our glass- Hey bitch kiss my ass-
La Tanner Bub

ALL
La Tanner Bub
La Tanner Bub
La Tanner Bub
La Tanner Bub

POCKET
To days of inspiration,
Chasing ball all day; playing
with nothing, the need
To express-
to communicate,
To going against the grain,
Going insane,
Going mad

ZOEY BOE
To loving friends to the end
To going around the bend
To separation anxiety,
To praying to a deity
Not to mention of course,
Loving our mom and dad

3 L’S
To going for a walk
Midday past the three piece suits-
To toots- to hoots
To Puppy boots- To choice-
To freedom of voice-
To chewing nyla bones

ALL
To being an us- For once-
Instead of a them-
La Tanner Bub

CASPER & HERSHEY
To hand-crafted carts to push us around
To snausages, bacon, treats and cheese
To running, to playing, To roll on the floor
To waking every morning to a new day

TED BOND
To Gadgets, lasers, three martini lunches
Tuxedos, Playing hunches

MATILDA
To Steak for all three lunches

HATTIE MAE
To compassion, to fashion, to passion
To pretty pink hats

PEPSI
To castrating husbands

HOBO
To non-union kitties

BAARNEY AND TABAATHA
To anything on wheels

SHAMS AND SWEETS
To Weekly Puppy Digests

LUCA
To Fred Browne

BOUDICA
To Buttons at the Bridge

MATILDA
To Moses!

BAMA GANG
To the Tide

RAIDER
To the Sox

SHADOW
Peace on Earth too

REBA AND ABNER
To non pure bred dogs born through love
To Mutts

ALL
La Tanner Bub

FOLEY, POCKET, SOPHIE, TEDDY
To Yorkies, Lambies, Yellow Labradors,
Papillions, poodles, beagles,
Giant New Foundlanders
German Shepards, Bull dogs
Tiny little Shih Tzus, Lhasa Aps
To Silky Terriers

ALL
To barks, to larks, to playing in the dark
Pet Stages- Dental Bones, Cream filed Kongs
To no shame- Never playing the blame gang

HOBO
To table scraps

ALL
A de-worming
Is between my vet and me
To empty anal glands
La Tanner Bub

FOLEY, POCKET AND HOBO
To Writing
No Way To Make A Living, criticisim
Writers blocks, editors,
Carpal Tunnel, ADS, Dying-
Careers, Massive layoffs

ERIN
To Computers
Web pages, Icons, Instant Messages,
Emotes, Designs, Avatars,
Graphic designs, Freedom to Bark

PUPPY, BRANDON, WISHBONE
To Fostering
Giving Love, Giving freedom from
Isolation,
Finding forever homes, raiding puppy mills,
With endless compassion

ZOE BOE
To Drawing
Sketching, coloring, Bringing life
To Dreams,
To Mount Dogmore, Shih Tzus in Training
Making Art to live forever

ALL
To Puggles, Westies, Hounds, And tough little kitties
Too

FOLEY
To Me

TEDDY
To Me

HERSHEY AND CASPER
To Me

ALL
To You, And You And You, You And You
To puppies barking what, barking what,
Barking what they feel
Not being censored from barking what they mean

Let He Among Us Without Sin
Be The First To Condemn

La Tanner Bub
La Tanner Bub
La Tanner Bub

FOLEY
Anyone Want Out of the
Castle?
Is Anyone Still In the
Castle?
Any dog who wants the freedom
To bark
Tear Down The Walls
Why don’t we all?

ERIN
The Opposite Of War
Isn't Peace...
It's Freedom

ALL
La Tanner Bub
La Tanner Bub
La Tanner Bub
Viva La Tanner Bub

The Tanner Brigade: The Musical

By Foley:

I was watching the Tony’s Sunday night hosted by the multi-talented Neil Patrick Harris when I realized that most of the shows nominated for Best Musical were just retreads of old movies, Billy Elliot, Shrek, Nine to Five. It left me wondering, where are the young playwrights ready to pen the next great, original Broadway musical? And then I realized. It was the dog in the mirror, and the musical I had to write was the story of The Tanner Brigade.

Opening scene: (A middle aged Yorkie (Foley) is walking on the grounds of the DS castle)

Sung to Mountain Town

There are lots of dogs on this site
And kitties mewl in the night
Oh, there are groups to join and friends to bless
Just another Sunday morning on the web site DS

In this land we’re ruled by a Queen
Who let’s us bark as long as it’s not what we mean
And it’s illegal to so much as growl
You stop in to see your friend

(Grouchy friend)
I’m reporting you

Even though their mood is low
It’s another Sunday morning in my ever expanding web site DS

You can make comments to the poor and elite
But if they offend then watch them hit delete
Because about how we feel they couldn’t care less
It’s another Sunday morning in our highly regulated, oppressive web site DS

So off to our journal we shall go
We where say everything that we know
Because journals give us a chance to write what we want to say
And now are lives are complete
Because Princess and DS are super sweet
In this regulated, oppressive, censoring, web site DS!

Scene II: He who must not be named (HWMNBN) is causing problems on DS and a chorus of dogs would like him banned from the site.

Sung to Bohemian Rhapsody

(HWMNBN)
Mama, just lost my girl
She said I was a hog
She even kept the dog
Mama, I had been happy
But now I can’t even get laid
Mama, oooo
Didn’t mean to bitch and whine
If I’m not posting here tomorrow
Carry on carry on, I don’t really matter
(DS CHORUS)
I see a little perverto of a man
Scaramouche, scaramouche he got porn on My Space-O
Bare breasts and buttocks, very very frightening me
Hugh Hefner, Hugh Hefner
Hugh Hefner spreads his porn
(HWMNBN)
I’m just a poor boy nobody loves me
(HWMNBN FANS)
He’s just a poor boy who got a dumpdee
Spare him his profile despite his monstrosities
(HWMNBN)
I can’t get laid, I can’t get laid
Why won’t someone lay me?
(PRINCESS)
Bismillah! no-,I will not make him go-
Bismillah! no-,I will not make him go-
Bismillah! no-,I will not make him go-
I will not make him go
I will not make him go
No,no,no,no,no,no,no-

Scene 3 where Princess celebrates her position of power

(sung to Master of the House)

(PRINCESS)
Welcome, my friend, set your profile
And meet the best webkeeper in town
As for the rest, all of 'em crooks:
Looking for a quick sale by crooking the books
Seldom do you see
Honest men like me
A gent of good intent
Who's content to be

Master of the web, doling out the charm
Ready with a handshake and an open palm
Makes a pretty profile, causes a stir
Members appreciate a bon-viveur
Glad to do a friend a favor
Doesn't cost me to be nice
But nothing gets you nothing
Everything has got a little price!

Master of the web, keeper of the zoo
Ready to relieve 'em of a buck or two
Selling credits, premium memberships
Send a friend a knick-knack on their birthday for a price
Everybody loves a webmaster
Everybody's bosom friend
I do whatever pleases
Jesus! Won't I bleed 'em in the end!

Enter my friend, set your profile
Premium membership will do the job
Make lots of friends, give them some gifts
Let me help you lighten your purse
You need a badge
Stay on line all night
Click on the ads
Till I'm satisfied

Charge 'em for the gifts, extra for the credits
Cutting out groups when they don’t now how to make nice
Add a puppy here, a fake puppy there
We don’t care who has profiles as long as they’re there
When it comes to fixing numbers
There are a lot of tricks I know
How it all increases, all them bits and pieces
Jesus! It's amazing how it grows!

(TANNER)
I used to dream that I would meet the princess
But God Almighty, have you seen what's happened since?

Master of the web? Isn't worth me spit!
`Comforter, philosopher' and lifelong shit!
Cunning little brain, regular Bill Gates
Thinks he's quite a thinker but there's not much there
What a cruel trick of nature landed me with such a dweeb
God knows how I've lasted living with this bastard on the web

Scene IV: The Banishing of Tanner Bub

Sung to Oliver

[PRINCESS]
Tanner Bub! Tanner Bub!
Never before has a dog named a man!

[PRINCESS AND HWMNBN]
Tanner Bub! Tanner Bub!

[HWMNBN]
Won't use a name when he knows what's in store.

[PRINCESS]
There a dark, deep woods
Without any supporters
Which we'll throw him down, and leave him
To go to the bridge all alone

[ALL]
Tanner Bub! Tanner Bub!

PRINCESS
What will he do when he's turned out of the castle?
He will curse the day
Somebody named him

TO BE CONTINUED

The sinister Chihuahua and his direct to DVD Mom

By Foley:

Guess who I met today?

Pocket and I went outside after Mommy and Daddy got back from shopping (nothing for us) and, while I was minding my own business peeing on the lawn, the sinister Chihuahua came running up to me. Well, first of all, I do not like having my peeing interrupted especially by a rhinestone collar wearing lap dog. Secondly, it got right up in my face, not respecting my personal space at all. Daddy held our leashes tight being well aware of my peeing rules.

And then, sashaying down the sidewalk towards my Dad, came the Chihuahua’s owner. Now where we live there are rules, and one of the rules is that you cannot let doggies run free. Daddy gets very upset when this happens because he worries about us tiny dogs. So what did Daddy say when he saw the Chihuahua’s Mom as she smiled and apologized?

He smiled and told her that it was all right. You see the sinister Chihuahua’s Mommy, she’s in the movie industry. Well, that may be giving her too much credit, she’s in the DVD industry. The direct order DVD industry. The direct order from an internet site which you can’t get on to at the public library DVD industry. The direct order from an internet site frequented by lonely guys who used to own a Bichon Freise which you can’t get on at the library DVD industry.

I looked up at Daddy, ready to see him give this woman what for, and he looked at her, smiled, and said “That’s OK.” The woman then bent down and picked up the sinister Chihuahua and it looked back at me and sneered with the “my Mommy’s in the direct to DVD business and I can do whatever I want,” look.

Pocket and I continued on our walk but Pocket could not concentrate on her business, and if anyone needs to concentrate on her business it is Pocket. She asked me why Daddy had not given that woman what for and I told her that when approached by pretty Mommies some Daddies become like a bowl of Jello while trying to come across like a rawhide stick.

I calmed Pocket and she did her business and when we came around again we saw Jake and Elwood, our Lhasa friends, being walked by their Mom, and she moved to walk in the street while we moved to walk on the sidewalk because the four of us, when we get together, have a marathon barking and sniffing session. A disappointed Pocket asked why Daddy would keep us sniffing the sinister Chihuahua but have us avoid our Lhasa friend’s Mom. I told her it was because Jake and Elwood’s Mom is a paralegal and not in the direct to DVD industry.

We went back inside and there was my Mommy. You know the relationship us pups have with our Moms. Sometimes we can say so much with just a look. We can say “Mommy I need to go outside,” or “Mommy my tummy hurts,” or “Mommy Daddy was making googley eyes at the woman who is in the direct to DVD movies.” I chose the third one.

I was a little cold in bed last night. I like to sleep right between Mommy and Daddy. But when Daddy has to sleep in the hammock it’s never as warm. At least we won’t be seeing that Chihuahua for awhile.

Some sacrifices are worth it in the long run.

Teddy Bond's bag of tricks

Foley sat behind her desk, turned away, absent-mindedly looking at a squirrel on the lawn playing with his nuts. The desk was only a few inches high, and the chair only half that, but Foley still felt very important sitting behind it. In a chair on the other side of the desk was Pocket. She was not sitting how Foley had wanted, with her butt in the seat, her forelegs hanging uselessly in front of her, her back legs hanging off the chair; but she was curled up like a dog, licking her paws, and wondering what tasty delight she had stepped in.

The phone buzzed and Foley tried to reach across the desk to hit the speaker button, but her arms wouldn’t reach, and she barked out for her secretary to come in. Zoe Boe walked in and told Foley that her 3:00 was here. Foley asked her to give them a moment and then watched as his long legged girl Friday wiggled out of the room. “If you were going to gawk at our secretary you should have at least got a boy dog,” Foley said.

“First of all I am neutered so I’m not attracted to anyone’s butt but my own. Secondly, I did have a male secretary, Wishbone, but he filed everything under W and I had to let him go. Thirdly, when I’m bored she draws me pretty pictures.”

The door opened and a Shih Tzu puppy, black and white, came into the room sniffing everything in site. Then she stopped and peed on the rug.

“Hey are you replacing me?” Pocket asked.

“No Pocket, we all have roles in play in the Brigade, and excitable pissing is yours, no, our friend Grace just had a little accident isn’t that right?” Foley asked to his guest, Grace Earnest.

“Cookie, you have cookie for Gracie?” the pup asked.

“Yes, I do,” Foley said. Pocket relunctantly reached down from a bag at her side, got a cookie, and placed it on the chair where Foley wanted to conduct her talk. Gracie ran towards it and after several jumps got in the chair.

“Pocket, this is Gracie, she is Teddy Bond’s new sister,” Foley said.

“It is nice to meet you,” Pocket said.

“Cookie. Give me cookie!” Gracie said.

“Now Grace,” Foley said. “Do you know why we brought you here?”

“For a cookie?” she asked hopefully.

“No, no. OK, yes, give her a cookie.” Pocket sighed, her cookie supply getting diminished by the second. “You are here because your brother left us all his spy gadgets to give to you and we are going to do that today…..Pocket what are you doing?”

Pocket had climbed across her chair and was burying her nose in Grace’s fur sniffing her. “I love that new dog smell,” she said.

“Stop it your embarrassing us,” Foley said. He turned back to Grace. “Now Teddy left me a bag of tricks so let me look in here and see what we have.” She pulled out what looked like an ordinary bone. Foley studied it but did not see anything special about it and threw it on the floor.

Grace hopped down and took it in her mouth and began to chew it. When she bit down on the bone it sent a laser across the room that shattered a lamp. Foley and Pocket jumped down and hid under the desk as lasers flew through the air. They heard the door open and the soft pitter-patter of a sleek lady then the lasers stopped. The girls lifted their heads from under the desk where they saw Zoe with the bone in her mouth. “Foley, how many times do I have to ask you not to give the puppy the laser bone?” she asked.

Foley got out from under the desk, licked her fur to straighten it, jumped up and sat, and said: “Thank you Ms. Boe, that will be all.” Foley looked down and pulled out a camera. She turned in over. “Oh it’s his penis cam!” she said.

“What’s a penis cam?” Pocket asked.

“Teddy had it inserted in his penis and whenever he licked himself he took a picture.”

“Wow,” Pocket said. “That’s a lot of pictures. I don’t think we should give it to she doesn’t have a, you know, the p thing.”

“No, no, gimme, gimme camera, give me, give me!” Gracie said.

Foley slid the camera over to her and Grace ate it. “Well, at least we’ll know if she has worms,” Pocket said.

Foley went back into the bag and brought out beans. “Was Teddy building a bean stalk?” Pocket asked.

“Beans, beans, give me beans, give me beans!” Grace said.

Foley looked at Teddy’s written note that said “do not eat after midnight,” and noting that it wasn’t after midnight he tossed Grace a bean and that puppy caught it in her mouth.

She chewed it and swallowed it down. Foley and Pocket studied her but nothing seemed to be happening. Foley looked down at the last item in Teddy’s bad which seemed to be cookies. She was going to eat one herself when she stopped as something foul filled the air.

“Oh my God that smells terrible,” Pocket said.

Foley suddenly grew very excited. “Oh my gosh! Those are fatal fart beans. Oh that is great!”

“I think I am going to die” Pocket said gasping for air.

“No, fatal farts are great. Oh God my eyes are watering! Zoe!” The door opened and Zoe sprayed air freshener into the room while holding a paw over her nose.

Foley took the cookies out of the bag and used it to clear the air in front of her face and Grace jumped up on the table a wolfed down the cookies.

The Grace slowly lifted into the air. “Oh my they are flying cookies!” Pocket said. Grace floated over their heads.

“Look at her she’s a flying Shih Tzu!” Foley said in awe.

Then Gracie began farting and it became difficult to breathe. “It’s a flying farting Shih Tzu!” Pocket said.

Then Foley felt wet drops falling on her. “It’s a flying, farting, peeing Shih Tzu.”

This was followed by a clicking sound “And I think she’s taking our picture!” Pocket cried and then they both dove under the desk.

Gracie kept flying, farting, peeing, picturing, and now pooping until the door opened. Zoe came in, jumped on the couch, leapt in the air and caught the flying, farting, peeing, pooping, picturing pooch gently in her jaws.

She held Gracie until she air ran out, placed her on the ground, and told her to scoot on home.

She then walked over and picked up Teddy’s magical bag of tricks in her mouth. “I will bring this back when Gracie is old enough to appreciate it,” she said.

Chagrined, Foley and Pocket waited under the desk for Zoe to leave the room. Then Pocket gestured with her nose at the two magic beans and cookies that had fallen on the floor.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” Pocket asked.

“That the world needs a flying, farting Yorkie?” Foley replied.

The two sisters scoffed down the cookies and beans and then floated in the air, barking in joy as they bounced off one another high above the office floor.

A final toast to Teddy E. Bond

By Foley

Gather rounds the bowls pups. No Hattie, that’s not water. Don’t lick it up Matilda we need to wait a bit. That’s right Hobo that’s a martini, shaken not stirred. I have called the entire Tanner Brigade here together, on this night, to have one last toast to the great Teddy Earnest Bond.

For those of you who don’t know Teddy Bond has been summoned to Rainbow Bridge by Moses and Fred. There have been rumors of dogs from the dark side trying to infiltrate the bridge and after meeting with Tanner Bub it was decided there was only one pup for the job: Bond. Ted Bond.

I don’t know how many of are aware, but when Pocket and I were banished from the kingdom it was Teddy Bond who found us alone and shivering in the wilderness, who led us to a new dog park where the Tanner Brigade could unite, and it was he who rescued Pocket and I when we stormed the castle. He was one of the founders of the Tanner Brigade, striking the first tent.

Ted apologizes to all his friends. He couldn’t give them notice. The mission was so top secret he couldn’t even tell his great love: His Mom Camille. When she dropped him at the vets he wanted to stop her, to tell her how much he loved her, to tell her how sorry he was that he had to go, but our stoic little Lhasa would do nothing to betray his mission, even as his tender heart was breaking.

Moses had decided Teddy should depart from his vet’s office because from there it is a short path to the bridge. Moses had wanted Teddy to slip away during surgery but our head strong secret agent man has been known to break a rule or two in his Moses’ Secret Service career. He awoke long enough to pass a note to another patient that has been forwarded to me.

“Final Deep Thoughts from Teddie Earnest: My friends I do apologize for my abrupt departure from this tired mortal coil. I have been sent on a mission for which there is no return. I want to thank all of my fellow brigade members. Before you, I was the most beautiful, lovable Lhasa in the world, but when I joined you, I became the most feared secret agent in the land. We were surely a band on brothers and a legion of lollipops.

And for my dearest Mom: How I yearn for one more scratch, one more belly rub, one more game where the light of joy dances in both our eyes, one more time just to lay with you, breathing together, our hearts beating together, looking in your eyes and seeing the comfort you found in mine. If I can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those I love, I shall always be near you, in the garish day and in the darkest night - amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours - always, always, and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath, or the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by.

Mommy, do not mourn me dead, think I am gone and wait for thee, for we shall meet again.”

And with his Mommy’s name on his tongue our Teddy’s soul passed to the bridge.

Now, my fellow Brigade members, it is time for one final toast to Teddy Earnest Bond. The most courageous, bravest, loyal dog I ever met.

To Teddy.

(All the dogs lifted their bowls, tilted them back, and drank down their martinis, and solemnly put the bowls down, stood on their back legs, and saluted towards the bridge in honor of their little secret agent man.)

(As the dogs filed back to their homes Pocket began to sing in her sweet and soft voice:)

beat the drum slowly,
play the fife lowly
sound the death march as you carry me along
cover my body in sweet-smelling posies
for I'm the young puppy cut down in his prime

Tick in the crotch

Daddy came home today, said it was a beautiful day, and told us we were going for a quick walk at the State Mental Hospital. “Watch out for the ticks!” Mommy said. I am more worried about the moaners and the twitches but if Mommy doesn’t like ticks that’s OK too.

“She means the blood sucking parasites,” Foley said.

“Her kids are going to be there!” I asked excitedly.

But no, she meant the little back bug that crawls on us, bites, and holds on. Mommy doesn’t like us walking anywhere there may be ticks. Mommy would prefer us to go on a walk in a scorched nuclear wasteland 20 years after the last bomb fell.

Daddy assured her that we would be careful and we were off. Daddy started out carrying us on the sidewalk because he’s nervous when we walk near the road. Then we were at the entrance of the hospital, he put us down, and I did my favorite thing. I ran.

I ran back and forth over the sweet green grass tickling my piggy toes. Foley ran too, like Big Papi trying to beat out a bunt. I could only run as far as the flexi leash would let me but that was fine with me. I started pretending I was Daddy’s boyhood dog Barney.

He lived in the 70’s when the drugs were cheap, love was free, and so were dogs, to roam where they choose. Barney was a mutt’s mutt. The Animal Control Officer, who was quite familiar with Barney, thought he was 30% bear. They said he was one of a kind, but it being the age of love the one you’re with, by the time Barney went to the bridge, he had created his own breed.

I have heard lots of Barney stories. Barney used to drive Daddy’s Mom crazy, she was so afraid he would knock a child of a bike (he did); get picked up by the police (he did); get run over (he did, and survived) and steal from the neighbors that she spent lots more time worrying about him than enjoying him.

One day Daddy was playing basketball in his driveway when he looked up the street and saw Barney dragging a bag in his mouth. Daddy’s house was at the bottom of a hill and Barney picked up speed heading downward, and stopped at Daddy’s feet dropping a 50 pound bag of Doggychow he had stolen from mean Mr. Medas’ garage at his feet.

Barney looked up at Barney and said: “See, I don’t’ need you, I can feed myself.” Then they both heard a roar and looked up to see old square headed Mr. Medas raging towards them. The bag had ripped open as Barney dragged it out of his garage, and the half mile home, and Mr. Medas was following the trail of kibble, stepping on it, crunch, crunch, crunch, as he drew closer.

“Gotta go!” Barney said as he ran off into the woods.

“Me too!” Daddy said as he followed.

Daddy’s Mommy was so upset about the dog food incident, she had to buy mean Mr. Medas a new bag, and she was sure the family was the talk of the neighborhood. She never had been a dog person, and when Barney crossed the bridge, another dog never spent a night under her roof.

Now Daddy’s Mommy has a favorite brother named Skippy and Skippy is married to Aunt Betty. (Oh Aunt Betty isn’t her real name. We are protecting her identity, but Uncle Skippy’s name is really Skippy. Any 80 year old man who is still named after a jar of peanut butter doesn’t deserve to have his identity concealed.)

Daddy’s mother was heartbroken when Skippy got a pup. Skippy hates to go anywhere without this dog. Daddy’s mommy always loved when Skippy would come to stay at her house, but now that Skippy had a dog, they don’t stay there anymore.

Last week Daddy went to visit his Mommy and she was talking about how much she hates that dog and she told a story about Skippy and Betty taking the dog for a long walk in a meadow and when they got home Betty had a tick in her crotch.

“And you know how painful that can be!” Daddy’s Mommy said.

“What does she mean I know how that feels?” Daddy said telling our Mommy the story. “Am I suppressing some long forgotten of my Mommy tweezering a tick from my crotch?”

I know this was still bothering Daddy during our walk because he pulled me away whenever I went to go in the tall grass. We did have a great walk, and we got home, and I saw, sitting on his porch, “Mr Frank and Beans,” in his bathrobe.

“Did you go for a walk across the street?” he asked.

Daddy said we had.

“Better check for tick in your crotch,” Mr. Frank and Beans said.