Snoozer

Someone tells mom they are vegetarian.
Nikusia, *singing with passion*
“Whoa, we’re halfway there.
Ohhhhhh lemon on a pear.”

😎😎

Mom sat front row, and held a paw of every single one of these fuzzy heartbeats of her life as they crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. She would shave years off her life to have more time with them. So I promise you, you can’t hurt her feelings.

However, I would like to take this opportunity and remind you - mom is not current on her vaccines. So yeah…

Anyway, be kind. And if you can’t be kind, just p*e on everything. It seems to work for Francis. 😍

Illegal Snacks Task Force series continues.

Bandit: “I would like to speak to my lawyer. Also, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Oh - I don’t know if there are words across the languages that we have as humans which could ever express the gratitude I have for you in this lifetime.

You have now sent five packages my way. Except for one, they all come packed with heartache, grief, sadness, heavy heart, trembling hands and sea of tears. But you see, there is a sacredness in tears. They are not a mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition and of unspeakable love.

Every package from you reminds me that we are born into the same circle of souls throughout time. And once in a great while those souls find their way into the bodies of animals. We don’t always find the souls in our circle with the right timing in a given lifetime, but sometimes we get lucky. And guys, I’ve been so fvcking insanely lucky!!!

These five frames hold so much of my love, and are my most priced possessions.

Maya is home with us. ❤️

17/365

👧🏼 Let’s take a few selfies!
🐶 Before you take that photo, please know - today is not the day, and I am not the one.

We don’t like sharing our mom with anyone, but you, Bandito, are so extra special to her. We cant wait to fart on your candles and share the birthday cake with you!

We hope you had an extra pawesome day today!
We woof you! 🐾

Lolusia passed away on November 21, 2022. Next day as I was scrolling social media, I came across Tortellini’a profile. “Estimated age - 8 years old, Yorkshire terrier mix, puppy mill rescue, recently gave birth to a litter of puppies. Shows signs of abuse and neglect.”

I scheduled to meet Tortellini on November 23, 2022. What I saw broke my heart. I saw a sweet, gentle and such beautiful soul. She was so scared to meet me, she urinated multiple times as I tried to get close to her. I thought “I need to take her out of here. She won’t make it.”

On November 25th, 2022 with adoption application, references from everyone, their mother and all my vets, adoption fee in hand, and a brand new leash - I drove to Northbrook. Her application had a name change - Bombonica.

In Romanian, Bombonica is a diminutive and affectionate term for a person, meaning “little candy” or “sweetie.” It is used as a term of endearment, similar to “baby cakes” or “candy cane” in English, and is derived from the Romanian word for candy, bombonică.

It’s been three years since she and I ventured on this adventure. She is not house trained, she is extremely skittish. She doesn’t come for pets like every dog I know. She doesn’t climb to share my bed with me. She doesn’t run to me for comfort. Bombonica’s body still shows signs of extreme neglect and her soul carries scars that show you just how much humans bent her spirit.

See, her spirit and soul are not broken. Hard things break. Soft things bend. And Bombonica, as a her name suggests, is the sweetest, most kind and most gentle doggo you will ever meet.

She recently found her voice and you can find her barking up a storm at most random times. Sometimes at 02:00 in the morning, but I’ll take it. She may not run to me for comfort, she may not climb onto my bed, but she climb into my heart three years ago and there is no power in this universe that can ever remove this sweet girl from there.

Three trips around the sun with this jellybean can be converted to-
•94,694,400 seconds
•1,578,240 minutes
•26,304 hours
•1096 days
•156 weeks and 4 days
•36 months
•3 years

Happy gotcha day, my sweet girl! ❤️❤️

Every year, everything I have ever learned
in my lifetime, leads back to this:
the fires and the black river of loss
whose other side is salvation,
whose meaning none of us will ever know.

To live in this world
we must be able to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it against your bones
knowing your own life depends on it; and,
when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.

Love knows no dimension, place or time. It transcends the physical world, far past the reaches of our earthly capabilities. Love is a flame of fire and light that will always be my beacon when all else seems to go dark.

And no matter what, love will always find us. Always.

That’s the thing about love. You think it’s gone forever and then it sparkles right back through about a hundred different galaxies to get to you. Lolusia’s love will continue to come thundering across the sky every night and right into my heart. Even though I cannot see her, I will always feel her. Even though she is swirling through the stars on a very, very big adventure to another time and place - I am certain she will continue to find me, as she will assure I remember her lessons of love.

Friendships don’t end - they dance on and endlessly on. Lolusia is my dance now. She was my turbo diesel universe and all the tiny stars within it. And she’ll always be the candle that lights the path on especially dark nights.

To earn the love of an old friend like Lolusia is the greatest gift the universe could ever given me. And so she is gone - and yet she remains. Right here. At my feet. Just like she always was.

She will run just as she did that first day I met her - scampering clumsily towards my feet. Yes, just as she did that first day we met her - when she promised a liftetime of laughter, kindness and adventure.

Lolusia, you are missed so much! 🖤

These three trips around the sun without my sweet girl can be converted to one of these units:
•94,694,400 seconds
•1,578,240 minutes
•26,304 hours
•1096 days
•156 weeks and 4 days
•36 months
•3 years

PSA: Congratulations on your promotion, Bandito!!!

He was just promoted to Director of Naptime Strategy and is the founder of the Treat Security Program and Head of Squirrel Patrol. Bandit has a strong background in Tail-wagging and Treat Distribution. He has three years of experience in Sniffing and Security Supervision as well and Canine Culture Coordinating and Belly Rubs Receivables.

Congratulations, Bandito! Mom says he’s the best Sub Woofer ever. 💙

13/10 you don’t have to tell Bandit he looks handsome and so dapper in his velvet Royal Navy Blue bow tie.

He knows. 💙

🐶 Mother, I have had enough of your work shenanigans. Stop this instant and immediately begin massaging my Royal velvet burrito body for at least 30 minutes. Then I require my vanilla butt be fondled and squeezed until I’ve had enough.

Who wore it better? 😎
Francis aka Storm Pooper says: “Let me out or you will know the power of my back side.”
Asia: This is the way! Outside. To p**p. 🤣
Francis, addressing the p**p: “I am your father.”