Saturday, April 13, 2019

All Dogs Go To Heaven



Some time ago I began a blog called Dog Blog by Peaches. (Peaches the Pink Party Poodle Pontificating)


It was written by Peaches.


Here is the Intro: 

My Momma says that everybody and their dog blogs. I wasn't writing a single solitary thing, but I'm correcting that right now. When Momma got me, she named me the Pink Party Poodle for Peace, now I guess I'm The Pink Party Poodle for Peace Pontificating.  My pontification of the day is to tell you that the purpose of life is to have fun, hee, hee, and chase lizards. I love to chase lizards--never catch them though, the taste like rotten toes."


Peaches hasn't been blogging lately, and so her site is languishing. Today I visited it, and cried. Here are her words:


I Peaches, am a happy dog.

I was happy on earth, I'm happy here.

My job is to help others be happy.

I didn't have an easy life. I had Addison's disease, which meant my adrenal glands were stuck on low speed. Momma treated me for most of my 10 years on the planet. The last year she gave me fluids subcutaneously--big word, I learned it from Momma.

But, whoa, I loved going to the beach and on trips--I went on an eight state trip once with Bear my Newfoundland house mate, and my sister, that is Momma's daughter and her baby.

(And both Bear and I got McDonald's hamburger patties along the route, El Yuno.)

You wouldn't believe the fun we had.

We even moved to Hawaii for a year. Yep, Bear and me and the family. And I agreed to ride in a carrier, didn't like it, but trusted that we would arrive someplace stupendous.

In Hawaii, we met a Veterinarian who showed us where to get my medication on the internet.  And when it arrived in the mail, the package contained a dog biscuit for me.

That's it. You must seize the day.

Dog's know it.

Our job is to teach humans how to do it.

Listen to your dog.

I still dream I am sleeping with Momma, and Dad was pretty fun too.

And here's the pup I picked out for you.


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