Thursday, December 29, 2016

I have a new job

By Hobo Hudson

The extra perks I enjoyed as a well-known business dog were the exclusive meals I shared with friends and business partners. During that time, I developed a taste for fine and rich food and special drinks, and I nurtured it after my retirement from the business world. It gave me energy and made my life in old age so much more enjoyable.   

Then, all hell broke loose. Now, after my first and I hope only bout with pancreatitis, my mom and dad are strictly following my doctor’s orders and have barred me from my beloved high-fat food. In exchange, they put me on a very low-fat diet, and it’s for the birds.

What does my doctor know about what makes me happy and productive? I’m still a working dog, and with four cats inside the house, work never ends. And that led me to a brainstorm and the perfect solution for my troubles.

I took on the job of a janitor. Now, I’m not just any janitor, I’m the dog who cleans up after the cats. But mind you, I don’t touch and tackle their bathrooms. That’s exclusively my mom’s job. I take care of the cats’ dining room. I watch my cat siblings like a hawk when they’re eating their meals and desserts from a room away, and as soon as they’re finished, I come running and do the cleanup. You wouldn’t believe what a mess they leave behind, and I’m always more than eager to make sure there’s not a single crumb of any kibble left on the floor. I’m very meticulous at my new job.

Being a cats’ janitor is very rewarding and fulfilling. I can recommend the job to any of my doggy friends who are on a restrictive diet or want to earn some extra kibbles.

Monday, December 19, 2016

A surprise visit

By Sabrina Hudson

OMC, how proud I am. I had a visitor at home, someone who just wanted to say hello to me and see how I was doing. Me alone. Something like this has never happened to any of my kitty or doggy siblings.

Let me tell you: Yesterday afternoon, a friend of my parents came by our home and asked if I was available for a visit. I was taking a nap on Dad’s recliner, but when I heard the lady’s voice, I instantly recognized her and jumped down to greet her. She was my guardian angel who fed me when I showed up outside her fenced yard, hungry and homeless, and thus kept me alive. She couldn’t offer me her home because she had dogs who didn’t like cats, but she found an elderly lady next door who agreed to take me in. Unfortunately, the health of my new caretaker deteriorated shortly afterward, making it impossible for her to keep me.

I ended up on the streets again. That was when I met Hobo and Wylie on their daily walks. I knew right away I wanted to move in with them, and they, enamored with me, convinced their parents to adopt me. I tried to follow them home right away, but my future doggy brothers were afraid it was too long a walk for a little kitty like me. They promised me to have someone sent with a pet carrier, pick me up and deliver me to their home.

The person who shoved me into the pet carrier after a fierce struggle was my guardian angel. She’d also packed a bowl of canned food inside the carrier, and the smell instantly calmed me down. By the time I arrived at my new home, I’d eaten all the food, and I was full and happy. Ever since then, I don’t mind the pet carrier, and I’m the only cat in the family who doesn’t make a fuss to go into it when it’s time for a vet consultation.

When my guardian angel visited me yesterday, she couldn’t believe how grown-up and beautiful I am now. Quite a difference from the scrawny little thing she kept alive and helped to find a forever home.

Thursday, December 15, 2016

A book review of Foley Monster’s book “Tails from Rainbow Bridge”

By Hobo Hudson

My former attorney and very good friend, Ms. Foley Monster, has proved herself a great and compassionate author. Her just published book “Tails from Rainbow Bridge” chronicles the lives of her friends who preceded or followed her crossing of the Rainbow Bridge. It tells about their earthly accomplishments, ventures and antics, about their defiance to heed the call to the afterlife and about their work and play when they finally reached their eternal destiny while Ms. Foley Monster’s own life and feats unroll. 

Having been an attorney who has become a judge at the Rainbow Bridge, Ms. Foley Monster used the acquired proficiency and diligence in writing her book. She took on an enormous task researching her friends’ lives, conducting interviews, arranging the details and putting it all together. And she did an outstanding job.

The book is fantastic, witty and sad, hilarious and mournful, encouraging and forlorn, wise and poignant, honest and wishful, and your paws will turn the pages as the stories about your fellow dogs come to life. It inspires us pets to keep doing what we do best: taking care of our parents in any way we can wherever we are.

The book also shows Ms. Foley Monster’s flair for artwork. The front book cover, as well as the back cover, has a beautiful design and the cutest picture of the author herself.

The book is available at


About Hobo

This was Hobo Hudson, my doggy brother, a little terrier mix with black fur. He became famous after his first attempt at writing stories, which was an article published in the newsletter of our local animal shelter, the same shelter in which I ended up years later before Hobo and his parents adopted me. Hobo’s fame quickly spread as he made a name for himself as a business dog and an adventurer. To keep his memory alive, my doggy sister, my three kitty siblings and I, Wylie Hudson, are continuing his blog. Our mom is the blog’s editor.

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