tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66531523031418795592024-03-12T23:14:45.140-07:00newsandtales.blogspot.comHobo Hudson, business dog, author and farmer, shares his latest news and stories about his life and gives prudent advice to his fellow dogs, cats and other animals—humans included.Bruny Hudsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200870334179687867noreply@blogger.comBlogger137125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653152303141879559.post-30320868439711880582022-05-13T06:53:00.004-07:002023-10-09T08:45:35.824-07:00In The Hands Of Destiny: A collection of short storiesBy Wylie HudsonMy doggy sister, Zoe, and I want to get out a bark that our mom has just published her fourth book: IN THE HANDS Of DESTINY. To our misgiving, this one is not an adventure story about us dogs and our kitty friends but a collection of short stories and all about humans. In other words, nothing makes sense. People just lack our refined skills of how to deal with each other and thus Bruny Hudsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200870334179687867noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653152303141879559.post-21016883372512544892022-02-10T07:28:00.002-08:002022-02-10T07:31:12.385-08:00Visitors from the sea By Wylie HudsonLook who came to pay us a visit.A bottlenose dolphin.And then there were two.They said hello, splashed around
and played right in front of our dock. It surely was fun watching them.Bruny Hudsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200870334179687867noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653152303141879559.post-79139716246110885542021-08-14T16:11:00.001-07:002021-08-14T16:13:50.707-07:00Best friends once again By Wylie HudsonThomas and Tiger, my kitty brothers, are best friends again. It was not so the evening before yesterday, when a conniving female cat almost destroyed their friendship. I even don’t know if the neighbor cat is a girl, but being a male myself, I assume it must be and Thomas and Tiger were wooing her at the same time. They were both sitting on the windowsill behind closed Bruny Hudsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200870334179687867noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653152303141879559.post-89120510846452886282020-10-29T14:09:00.000-07:002020-10-29T14:09:01.405-07:00The Earthquake Survivors: A Hobo Hudson Adventure We are proud to announce that our mom published Hobo’s third
book: THE EARTHQUAKE SURVIVORS. It’s
a suspense and action filled story that will keep your parents glued to it, and
you might have to remind them to feed you.The book is available at
amazon.com. To order it, click here. Bruny Hudsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200870334179687867noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653152303141879559.post-24939022448232399852020-10-18T14:13:00.000-07:002020-10-18T14:13:08.203-07:00Book review: Tails From Rainbow Bridge III By Zoe Hudson<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Bruny Hudsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200870334179687867noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653152303141879559.post-74162607732306824282019-06-23T08:41:00.000-07:002019-06-23T08:47:23.932-07:00A book review of “Tails From Rainbow Bridge 2: Tributes and Observations”
By Wylie Hudson
Foley Monster, the author of the book Tails From Rainbow Bridge 2: Tributes and Observations, is a judge at Rainbow Bridge, bringing justice and freedom to pets’ immortal lives. Her stories about the afterlife show how every pet either continues a flourishing life or gets a better deal if its mortal life had been a letdown. With help and support from each other, the pets Bruny Hudsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200870334179687867noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653152303141879559.post-71281280941853123202019-02-19T10:14:00.000-08:002019-02-19T10:16:12.125-08:00And I thought I was having a nightmareBy Sabrina Hudson
Our mom almost got killed by a kitchen cabinet, and I slept through the whole ordeal, right next to it in the dining room. I was taking my beauty siesta and heard a thunderous crash. Peeking through one eye, I saw a black monster run like the devil and thought I was having a nightmare.
I later learned it had been my kitty brother Tiger. He had witnessed from his chair Bruny Hudsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200870334179687867noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653152303141879559.post-67675546611995489932018-07-06T14:09:00.002-07:002018-07-06T14:09:42.175-07:00A guilty conscience
By
Wylie Hudson
Dear
friends. My blog is a bit late this week because it was very difficult to
write. I’m sure that you all think that because I am Hobo’s brother, my soul is
lily pure as Hobo’s was, but this isn’t the case. I have a horrible secret vice,
and it’s time to bare my soul. I am a Squirrel Chaser.
Hobo
was always able to help me contain this evil urge, but, now that Bruny Hudsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200870334179687867noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653152303141879559.post-69643031893559861322018-06-19T08:44:00.000-07:002018-06-19T08:44:15.422-07:00What would Hobo do?
By
Wylie Hudson
Now
that Hobo is gone, I’ve had to take over the job of minding Dad, which is a
full-time job because he’s always coming up with some hairbrained idea of
fixing something around the house.
Yesterday
started as a normal day. Dad and I ate breakfast and took a little walk, but
then, Dad announced he was going to replace the switch on Mom’s floor lamp so
she Bruny Hudsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200870334179687867noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653152303141879559.post-24663975336147444982017-12-03T13:17:00.000-08:002017-12-03T13:17:31.378-08:00Regal, but not welcomed
By Hobo Hudson
An unlikely guest visited my cafeteria last week. I felt
honored that such a regal bird, a hawk, showed interest in the food I offer,
but he must have received the wrong information of what is on the menu. I
provide peanuts, corn and bird seed for my customers who are squirrels, ducks,
pigeons and small birds.
Somehow, Mr. Hawk must have thought my customers were items
on Bruny Hudsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200870334179687867noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653152303141879559.post-33461850744885578762017-10-25T12:44:00.000-07:002019-02-19T10:04:57.998-08:00Collections for a high wall<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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By Wylie Hudson
We all came through Hurricane Irma without many problems. In
fact, I did it in style, having finally gotten my wish to sleep on the big bed.
The night Irma paid us a visit, my parents, my kitty
siblings and Hobo and I hunkered down in the master bedroom. We all went to bed
around 10 p.m., and by then, the wind had already picked up speed.
Mom sat Bruny Hudsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200870334179687867noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653152303141879559.post-66789808387381477612017-08-22T07:10:00.000-07:002017-08-22T07:14:46.149-07:00Be careful what you wish for<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Bruny Hudsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200870334179687867noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653152303141879559.post-8199618314531307682017-08-10T07:30:00.000-07:002017-08-10T07:30:16.794-07:00Recuperating takes time
By Hobo Hudson
I guess having been living together with cats almost all my
life, I acquired their peculiarity of having nine lives. I don’t know how many
I’ve used up already and for how many my last health scare counts, but it
surely was a roller coaster ride.
A week after my kidney treatments at the vet’s clinic, I
ended up at the clinic again. As before, I Bruny Hudsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200870334179687867noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653152303141879559.post-32820138777317433812017-07-30T16:21:00.000-07:002017-07-30T16:23:41.327-07:00Retirement comes with unexpected surprises
By Hobo Hudson
Wow, I had another close call and suffered from a health
problem due to old age. It crept up on me like the pancreatitis last year and
then made its sudden appearance by giving me nausea. I quit eating from one day
to the next. It was a red flag for my parents, and without waiting to see if I got
my appetite back, they took me to the vet. A blood test Bruny Hudsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200870334179687867noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653152303141879559.post-45519761992566355032017-02-16T05:39:00.000-08:002017-02-16T05:58:32.034-08:00Accepting applications
By Hobo Hudson
The latest fashion upheaval pulled me back out of
retirement. I just can’t resist the opportunity and am ready to jump right into
the rat race after another fashion designer—I don’t want to name any names—lost
out.
When I ran across the fashion sample while perusing the
business section of our newspaper, I knew it would be right up my alley. Even
though it isn’t one Bruny Hudsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200870334179687867noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653152303141879559.post-45779794179567332172017-01-31T09:16:00.000-08:002017-01-31T09:25:02.152-08:00How to outtwitter the presidentSatire
By Hobo Hudson
As my readers know, I am the richest dog in my small town and have a reputation of almost never making a mistake in the bone market. However, I have been losing my tail recently. It seems that every time I make an investment, the stock suddenly starts to fall.
I have been racking my brain trying to determine the cause and have finally decided that my misfortune is Bruny Hudsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200870334179687867noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653152303141879559.post-65036994582965643012016-12-29T07:11:00.000-08:002016-12-29T07:22:15.946-08:00I have a new job<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Bruny Hudsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200870334179687867noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653152303141879559.post-68909752574747850872016-12-19T16:00:00.000-08:002016-12-19T16:00:17.707-08:00A 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,Bruny Hudsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200870334179687867noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653152303141879559.post-71237915879408210802016-12-15T10:08:00.000-08:002016-12-15T10:08:10.413-08:00A 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 Bruny Hudsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200870334179687867noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653152303141879559.post-91651363340063470742016-10-17T10:10:00.000-07:002016-10-17T10:26:31.618-07:00Letting the world go by …
By Hobo Hudson
Letting the world go by, and that’s not all I let happen
after retirement. I let my health go by, too. I retired with the idea of easing
up on my responsibilities and finding a hobby to relax, but instead, my life has
remained as hectic as it was. My daily routine involves eating, sleeping,
supervising Dad taking care of my vegetable and fruit production and myBruny Hudsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200870334179687867noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653152303141879559.post-39445548805193346792016-02-25T07:02:00.000-08:002016-02-25T07:07:18.405-08:00My skin surgery <!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Bruny Hudsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200870334179687867noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6653152303141879559.post-58134085713297807852015-12-14T07:00:00.000-08:002015-12-14T07:00:53.565-08:00The Early Days—Part 2
By Sabrina
Hudson
Just after my
tail quit bleeding from Pogo’s bite, Dad closed the carrier door and we were
off to see the vet again as he had instructed us on our first visit.
The vet was
very impressed by how much better I looked after all the good food and rest. He
lifted my tail and pronounced my anal gland was fine, but then he touched my
rear end, and I let out a yowl and hit Bruny Hudsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07200870334179687867noreply@blogger.com5