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, they taste like rotten toes.

I'm Thinking

I'm Thinking

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

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.




Monday, July 17, 2017

It Rains Here Too

It’s the sort of rain that makes the air smell like Easter, and you want to run and run, try not to trip on your tongue, fall down, let your tongue droop onto the ground, get up, run again.

Momma, don’t be in a hurry to get here, you still have work to do on earth, and it is splendid on earth, just know that the other side is even more splendid.

I see you published your book A Dog, God, & Me. I’m glad.

Gabe’s glad too. Even though the book is fiction, Gabe loves that he is the hero in it when he find’s God’s book.

Gabe plays with me every day, hips don’t hurt, and he runs just like me.  Tell sister that Aske is like a sentinel watching over everything—we dogs like a job. Play is good, being useful a necessary.

Remember when I was a puppy and too small to get on the bed? I would jump up on Gabe's back who was lying right next to you on the floor, and then I could pop right up on the bed.

He never got on the bed and was never jealous. He lived longer on earth because he could help me.

Momma, I hope people buy your book. It’s being passed around here, and a lot of fur faces have licked it—I suppose that’s the reason the cover is so shiny. The book that it's about will show up again on earth at another time, in someone else’s hands.

And since it is your conversation with God, (we call it the 'Great Spirit" here) someone else's conversation will be a different story.

People can find it now, not in the forest, but on Amazon.com. 

Yep. there it is.


Love you, Peaches