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And with one kiss from Prince Charming, the beautiful Princess awoke

Monday Question

What is your bath and/or grooming schedule?

We get bathed usually once a week.  Mommy likes us smelling good.  We get groomed every six weeks.  We think it is overdone but you know moms

Michele Kenney is our November 5, 2017 Angel of the Week

I hate to write about dogs who pass on to the Bridge.  There is nothing but pain and anguish when a beloved pup joins us.  I try to help the grieving parents be letting them know that their dog is somewhere special, happy, waiting for them.

When a human passes, I am torn if I should write about it.  Humans arrive in a different area.  Their dogs, who have patiently awaited them, and dreaded their arrival, go running to the area where people ascend.  Sometimes we see those dogs, and their humans, and other times we don’t see either again, as they move to the area known as Happily Ever After.

When Michelle Kenney passed to the immortal world, we dogs knew because the pups she had loved who were now at the Bridge ran to the human area, and the clouds of tears shed by those who loved Michelle were so abundant that rain spread across the entire kingdom.

Michelle had been fiercely battling cancer since I lived in the mortal world.  Cancer was very cruel to her.  Whenever it seemed like she was going the emerge victoriously, the disease would come back, over and over.  Michelle was not only a fighter, but she was an inspiration.  Every time she got knocked down she rose up and fought back even harder.  But some cancers are unbeatable, and the one Michelle has could not be conquered.  No one could have fought it as fiercely, with more dignity, honor, and bravery than Michelle did.  She did not lose her fight to cancer.  She had no more weapons to fight, so she moved on to be an angel so that she can give mortal people strength for their upcoming fights.

I cannot imagine how hard this has been for her husband John and her friends and family.  Many only knew this fantastic woman in the social media world, and I feel their pain. The pain of those who knew this delightful woman and no longer have her in their life is immeasurable..

 Michelle shared the wonderful life that she and John experienced with her online friends.  Their marriage, their shore house, the renewal of their vows, the time spent with her loving pups.  Through all of these fabulous times, she was ill, but she was strong.  She was the most admired woman in the world.

Now there is a hole in the mortal world.  When my parents posted a picture of one of us, Michelle always made a sweet comment.  She was wise and funny, and when I check my parents’ Facebook page, I miss her wise words.

I don’t think it is appropriate for me to write about her immortal life.  People have their beliefs and I don’t want to contradict them. I do know that every morning since she arrived I have heard  gleeful laugh outside my window and when I have gone outside I see a brief flash of blond hair and look down to find freshly made treats for me.   All my friends have reported the same phenomenon  

I can assure all of you who loved her that she is happy now, she is no longer sick, and we can hear her beautiful laughter from miles away.  It is the sound rainbows make.  

To those left behind know she has never really left you, she is with you in every way except physical, and she will never leave, because she is as loyal and resolute as ever, until the day when you are reunited, and move closer to the land of Happily Ever After.

Tails From Rainbow Bridge: Why You Can Treat Your Dog Like a Human But Not Your Human Like a Dog

“You treat that dog like it’s a person!”  That is what we hear the anti-dogdite people say to our parents who are doting on us.  I don’t think that is true.  We are much nicer to people than other humans are, and all that love should be reciprocated.  But what if humans began to treat each other the way they treat dogs?

If a dog walking in the park takes a poop and the human cleans it up, everyone thinks the human is a good citizen.  If two people walk through the park and one of them takes a poop and the other cleans it up everyone thinks it’s weird and someone calls the police.

A human can give their dog a belly rub in the warm sun, but if a human lies on it’s back, and another begins to vigorously rub their stomach, they are told in it inappropriate.  

Humans can dress dogs in clothes and walk us down the street, which might raise a skeptical eyebrow.  We can walk naked too.  A human walking naked raises the certainty of bail.

A human can bathe a dog in public, but one human bathing another human in public is naughty.

Humans and dogs can both ride in the passenger side of the car.  Dogs can hang their head out the window and feel the cool breeze.  A human sticks his head out the window, and someone is getting a ticket.

A dog can lick his down under in public, and people politely look away.  If a man does it, no one can look away.  

Everyone loves to see a human throw a frisbee and a dog catch it in his mouth but hit one human in the mouth with a frisbee and fists are going to fly.

Some people find a dog licking its human’s face to be lovely, other people find it disgusting, but if one person is heavily licking another person’s face in public everyone finds it disgusting.

If your dog can do a few tricks, everyone thinks you are a good parent but if your daughter is turning a few tricks no one thinks you were a good parent.

So remember humans you can treat you your dog like a human but never treat your human like a dog.

Pocket's Dark and Stormy Night

During hurricane season I read countless accounts of destructive storms and survival.  I prayed for my friends, and I thanked God that I was not in the path of the storm.  I am a nervous pup on sunny days; I didn’t know what I would do if wicked weather arrived.

On Sunday night I got a taste of a tropical storm, and I did not like it in the least.

As scary bad storms go, this one wasn’t excessive.  The winds topped out at 67 miles per hour, and we got five inches of rain in a twelve hour period.  Many of my friends have gone through worse, and I am sure they faced it braver than I did.

We live in a tiny home held together with a few loose screws and anchored to the ground by a worn chain.  Storms really hate small houses.  When you see pictures of neighborhoods destroyed by the wind they are usually areas like ours.  I live in fear that the wind is going to pick up our house and blow it away like  Dorothy’s abode.

The storm didn’t bother me when I was sitting in the living room but when we moved to the bedroom, which was`taking the brunt of the intense southern wind,  the storm intensified, and the house began to shake, so did I.  Adding to the tension was an endless baseball game where the pitchers gave up runs with equal frequency that their hitters plated them.

The wind shook the house, and I lifted my head and looked around nervously then settled down.  A batter hit the white ball out of the park where no one could chase it, the announcers yelled, and I got up, did the spin around, and sat.  Rain lashed the side of the house, and I climbed on Daddy trying to get to higher ground until he put me down.

The game ended, which was good, and then the worst possible thing happened.  For just a second the lights went out.

I can’t explain why the power going out, even for a second, bothers me so much, but it does.  My parents were planning on going to sleep, but I was in the midst of a full body shaking panic attack.  Daddy told Mommy to go to bed, and he picked me up and walked around the house with me trying to calm me, but the winds were blowing harder, and the rain was lashing with more intensity.

We looked towards the backyard and saw that two of the yard rocking chairs were blowing across the grass.  Daddy put me down and went into the storm to rescue the furniture.  I watched in horror as he wrestled the chair into the house like Gilligan trying to get a drunken Skipper from his hammock during a typhoon.  

He arrived back inside, wet and cold.  He decided bed would be best and we climbed in together, but I was in no mood to settle down. I walked up and down the bed then jumped off, several times.  Daddy finally gave up and sat up with me reading until I finally settled down and went to sleep at 4:00 AM.

I woke up glued to my Dad's leg.  It was still stormy, so our garden day was canceled, but I didn’t mind, I needed sleep.

Something had kept me up all night.

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