Wordless Wednesday

 

This picture was taken of me late at night.

I had a burst of energy and would not settle down

I am posing with my favorite pink toy

And, to my right, my mom is sleeping

And my face shows how much I love her

Beat This Caption

 Excuse me, I am looking for an H. Potter at 4 Privet Drive, we have an invitation for him, and we are so late!

Monday Question

 A short question for this week

Do you snore?

I do, a little, if I am laying a certain way, but not like River.

No one slept for five miles when River was snoring

The Ruby Rose Report: The Night the Lights Went Out

 

The humans I have been studying have become increasingly erratic. I can't imagine these two living without a dog; they wouldn't last two days.

Mid-week, they began to fret about the weather. According to the all-knowing woman living in the tiny disc in the kitchen, frigid air was coming, and it would be the worst deep freeze ever. The weather was added to the list of things that would kill them: Variants, tots with guns, caravans of migrants driving up 95 to take your house, Chinese balloons, and Jewish space lasers.

I wasn't worried. The last time I stepped on the ground, standard time had yet to begin. I pee inside more and hit the target more frequently than my dad. I run errands with my parents but am safely in my bag. I hope it is insulated,

The wind howled ferociously and slammed into our tiny house built by Three Little Pigs Construction. I knew I needed to stay near my parents, so I wouldn't get lost when the house blew away like Dorothy on her way to Oz. I was sitting on Mommy's lap, hoping to anchor her to the soft recliner because if we did take flight, I demanded to fly in comfort when suddenly we were in the dark, as our power went out.

My mom hates when that happens, plus with the cold, the threat of frozen pipes, and believing the pukwudgies were not done with us, she tensely waited for the power to return; my parents were no longer connected to their devices, and they reverted to what they did in the 80s, sitting in the dark, listening to each other breathe and praying for the sweet release of death.

But I refused to go into the cold night so quickly. Do you know how parents make a disaster plan and have a bag with everything they need to survive a catastrophe? Me neither: I became worried when I realized my parents were woefully unprepared.

In the dark, my dad turned on the faucets to keep them from freezing, and it made me think somewhere in the house, an old man had broken in and was relieving himself.

He then found the flashlights in the closet. One didn't work, one barely worked, and one was shaped like a lantern, which caused me to mistake him for Bray Wyatt and bark ferociously at him.

He had learned that, when in a blackout, shine a flashlight at the blank TV screen for more excellent illumination. Sadly, a short-circuiting firefly gave off more light than the flashlights.

Then he began looking for the candles hidden in a Tupperware container in the laundry room closet. He opened it, then, because he doesn't smoke, was slightly less successful at striking a match than Charle Brown was at kicking the football.

The candles were scented, which did not give off much light but would cover the smell of decaying bodies when someone checked on us in the spring.

Daddy got out the blankets, then found a podcast about mental health and people wanting to kill themselves, and it made me think of technology. The Donner party had to bring depressing books that made them wander into the dark woods and die with them, but thanks to the iPhone, they are readily available for people who want to be pushed to the edge but don't want to risk eye strain.

Luckily the lights came on before total despair set in,  the pipes froze, and most importantly, I missed supper.

Jakey arrives at Rainbow Bridge in Style

 

I have sadly seen thousands of dogs cross the Bridge, but no one did it like Jakey.

The Shih Tzu, who lived as a mortal dog for more than 16 years, has finally run out of heartbeats after a challenging year. His parents decided to take on all his pain and to suffer themselves, freeing him of that burden, and send him to the Bridge, where he would be reunited with his best friend, Dory.

I didn't see Jakey rise out of the water, but considering how he arrived, that must have been a sight, like a whale breaching the ocean and delighting sight-seers with his appearance.

I usually only know when a soul is crossing when I see them, but the sound announced his arrival from the horn in the RV he had driven to the mortal side.

At first, the Bridge needed to be wider to accommodate the RV, and I had forgotten about Bridge magic. When the RN approached, the Bridge suddenly widened, and Jakey triumphantly drove across one paw on the steering wheel and a second waving to the dogs awaiting him.

There was a second problem. Bloggerville sits on top of a cliff; even with Bridge magic, it would never be wide enough to fit the vehicle. Jakey drove the RV toward the cliff, hit a button, and sprouted wings, lifting it high until it settled on Hobo's Landing, where I awaited to give him the Angel Oath.

I did quickly, knowing his beloved sister Dodo was anxiously waiting for the reunion. When I finished, the two ran at one another and gave me a long hug. One of our older residents asked why Jakey drove an RV to the Bridge.

"My parents drove one like this," he explained. "They used to drive us all over the west coast, and we all saw the most beautiful places. I don't think we were ever happier than when we were barreling down the highway, windows open, wind in our hair, with the whole world ahead of us, living a life of endless possibility. Now that we are immortal, we can still get that sensation."

Dory happily climbed on board, as did all the pets their parents had before them. There was still room, and Jakey asked if anyone else wanted to go, and I leaped on board.

I wasn't sure where we were going, but the real fun is getting there with friends.

Poetry Thursday

 

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It's Pretty Poetry Thursday

Here is the inspiration provided for us by Angel Sammy and Teddy

Here is our offering

Harry said to me, honey, we have to get away from it all

To get into nature and answer its call

He told me he knew of a particular place

Where there would be wide open space

He bought a tent from LL Bean

And took me to a place seldom seen

I took him half the night to set up the tent

When completed, half the poles were bent

He told me to get some sleep 

And not to be bothered by the birds who went beep beep

I woke up at the crack of dawn

To find it crowded on our lawn

Harry came out looking confused

And was not amused

Then I saw a sign that explained why we didn’t get out wish

We planted our tent in the middle of a concert by Phish. 

Wordless Wednesday