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

Wednesday, June 18, 2025


Momma, remember the day I died?

Your lap was my cradle. Your arms held me. Your hands stroked me. You talked to me. We sat on the front steps in sunshine, warm, soothing. I love you, Momma. That day and always.

We were buddies, friends, family, tribe, pack, mother and child.  I was your fur baby. You were my charge.  I looked out for you. Still do.


My body failed me, but my spirit—Oh, Momma, you wouldn’t believe it. Nobody does until they come here. 

You breathed with me that day—one, two, three, four, and then you would stop and hold your breath. 

Soon, I stopped breathing. 

But Momma, you know what happened next?! 

Bear came running up to me, tail wagging, exuberant. Cat Zoom Zoom zoomed past. Yep, we have cats too, horses, all animals. Bear introduced me to dogs that called you momma. Silver, Licorice, Gabe, it was beautiful, Momma. Bright colors, green hills. We run, run, run. I hear soft barking, snapping air, smells—ah you know how dogs like to smell. It was a smell feast.  

I sent Sweetpea to you. Here she is having a puppucino from 
Dutch Bros.


I found Zeke. Sweet dogs to love. Bear came to sister about the same time I came to you. He is my big brother. Found heaven three weeks before me. Sister, your daughter, called from Medford, Oregon,” Mom, I found the dog for you.” That was me. We had a good time, didn’t we?


I followed you from day one. Wasn’t I cute? An apricot fur ball. I’m gone from you, but I’m here—a breath away. Don’t hurry to join me. Finish your time on earth.  Don’t worry about getting it all done, you can’t. Just do what you can. I’m here waiting for you. It will only take a minute for me, like waiting in the car while you shop. I knew you would be right back, so I took a nap.

I can’t sit here yapping all day; I have work to do. See ya later, Momma, be happy.


I, Peaches, am a happy dog.

  


 I'm there, you can hardly see me beside Bear--walking the Green Trail of Bliss with Do and Ra. Yep, Bear and I rode in a carrier to get there--not fun, but Hawaii was. Kinda looks like where I am now.



  

Tuesday, June 3, 2025

Readers are Coming to my Page. I am Happy, Happy.

 Dear Momma,

Readers are coming to my page. I am happy, happy. (Still chase lizards.) Time means nothing here. I haven't  posted for four years--your time. Four seconds in my time.

Bear runs like a pup, swims like one too. oh wait, some puppies don't like water, but Bear is a Newfoundland--he looovvveees water.

I see Zeke. Up here we are looking out for him.  Zeke is gift from heaven. RV company paid for his surgery so sister would find him and adopt him. 

I did good huh?


 Zeke at Shelter shortly after surgery to remove right front leg

 


 

Magnificent Zeke at forever home in back yard.

 

 

Zeke running with toy in mouth, one leg on the ground, two in the air. Zeke, happy dog. 

From your happy dog, Peaches, the Pink Party Poodle for Peace. 

 

Bear on the "Green Trail of Bliss, Hawaii.