Biggest News Evfur!!!

Dear Diary,

Today is the most wonderfur and pawtackylar day in all the history of the heaven for Ernie George!

My furriends Spikester, Ben, Cookie, Boudreaux, Big Mo, Griffin, Fred, Jarvis Davis and Chance MacGregor came running in this morning barking up a storm!

For a minute, Ernie worried the Nevfur-Ending Tater Buffet had finally run dry, the hubbubs those guys were making.

BUT NO!!! It was just furtastick newses...MY BIG SISFUR IZZY B's nominayshun has finally some up with the Special Sooper Dooper Elite Academy of Angels Advisory Review Panels!!!!!

Ernie cannot beleef it myselves. Can it be true? Can my BESTEST BIG ORANGE really be earning her wingses and coming to live with Ernie G. furevfur in the most wonderfur place soon????

Ernie thought Izzy's review were nevfur gonna happen!!! OMD! I hope evfurrybody crosses their pawses and says their prayerses, that my sisfur can finerly earn her matrickyoolayshun to the Most WONDERFUR PLACE!!!

HALLYLOOYAH!!! Ernie wuffs his Izzy B. She are my best furriend and sisfur furevfur. Ernie has missed her so. I hope it's not too long!!

St. Ernie's Day R Almost Here!

OMD, the annual celebration of big hinder boys and red plaid taters are almost here!

ARRRRROOOOOOOOOOO! Ernie George can hardly wait.

Evfurrything up here in the most wonderful place has been as wonderful as evfur.

Ernie has been very busy chasing off squirrels and moles and chippermonks, wrassling with the evil coons, and keeping heaven varmint-free.

And of course evfurry day after breakfast at the nevfur-ending tater bar, I head out for a cruise on my big hoooooomongous boat with all my furriends up here!

Then I spend lots of time watching ovfur my furriends and fambly and making sure evfurrything are up to Ernie's high Scottie standards down there on the Sunset Road and in the worlds at large.

OMD! What a muddy mess it are in Ernie's backyard! BOL! BOL! Ernie laff and laff now when he sees how naughty them two monsterses my Mama got from the shelter are! OMD! I bet she are regretting all the naughty-naughty bads she gave to me, Ernie George, the bestest most well-behaved terrier guy that evfur lived. Ernie only run through garden when Mama were not looking!

These two monsters, they don't care! They look ovfur them's shoulders, they see Mama yelling like Crazy Woman, they run right through the muddy-time garden anyway! BOL! BOL!

Ernie are rolling up here!

Holy smokeronies. Mama evfun call that little one Tiny Satan, on account of him are the antichrist. She are sure of it. BOL. Well ackchewally, it's Papa who are always ranting and raving about the Beanie Ween. But Ernie don't care, it are all heeeeelarryusss to Ernie.

Izzy B., OMD, her are nevfur gonna get her wings if she keeps being so naughty, too! BOL! OMD...Big Orange has the seenillyteases and she barks at Papa evfurry time he goes to the hooman peepole potty! ARE THAT EVFUR FUNNY! Ernie wuffs to watch that. Mama tells Izzy she are gonna give her a free trip up here to visit me if she keeps it up with the barking! Izzy still gets into trubbles all the time. And that are no small feetses for an old gurl like Izzy. She make me laff! I wuff my Big Orange.

On an entirerarily diffurent note, Ernie has to say, while I misses my Mama so much, Ernie ARE ovfurjoyed to see how happy Mama has been again. My fambly started taking the road trips in the car on the weekends again, in the Ernie George Magic Explorer Bus, just like the four of us used to.

Mama found her fun-time happy makers, and she is going crazy nutzo all the time about that BACON! OMD! Ernie are so GLAD Mama nevfur fawneded ovfur Ernie like that, or doted on the Ernie George like he was her precious boy. BOL! That dog are spoiled. And chunky! OMD. I nevfur seened a dog eat like that (hee hee.) You should see how he stands on Mama when she are eating her Famous Amos cookies in the bed. Who gets away with that kinda behayveeors? OY BEY, as my good furriend, Zaidie would say.

Speaking of the old furriends, my good buddy and Schnauzer twin, Spikester, the Crab Man, and I can hardly beleef it. My Mama is going down to Louie Z. Anna at the end of the month to meet Spikester's Mama and the rest of his fambly. The two of us can hardly beleef it, that it have been four years now since we furst meeted here at this Dogster place. ARRROOOOOOO!

The times go by real fast, evfurryhooman and doggie. Enjoy evfurry day. Us angels are watching you and waiting to see you again, one day soon! Happy St. Ernie's Day! Eat Lotsa Taters.

Yours Most Woofily,

Ernie George

Thanksgiving 2011 - Ernie's Legacy and Paying it Forward

Dear Ernie,

I am looking forward to Thanksgiving this year. I know how much you particularly loved the holidays, mainly for the taters, but also for the extra time you got to spend with Mama & Papa, home all day from work.

You really knew how to live life, Mama's Boy.

I have so much to be grateful for this year. Things I couldn't necessarily see for awhile. But you knew them all along.

When you left me, I felt like God took my family away. We were a family, even if your Papa & I couldn't have kids. We were still a family. And then you got cancer, and Izzy had cancer, and she seemed to be going any day, at the time. Or so I thought.

Once Izzy joined you in heaven, it would just be your Papa & Me. Our little family destroyed. The little life we'd carved out for ourselves would be gone. And it was so unfair. How could God do that to us? Wasn't it bad enough that God wouldn't let us have children of our own?

I wanted a little Scottie puppy, so desperately, Ernie. So so bad. I wanted another baby, who would be just like you. Who I could raise from a tiny baby to be my pride and joy, the way you were.

But no matter where I looked, all the avenues were closed to me. All I found were backyard breeders, mill dogs, puppies would materialize and then be gone.

And I found Bacon on Petfinder. He was listed as a Scottie. But he didn't look anything like a Scottie. He was obviously NOT a Scottie.

And a couple months later, I looked on Petfinder again, and there was Beanie, listed as a Scottie. I remember when we waited for 5 hours for the rescue transport to arrive from Missouri, to get Beanie from the Rescue, they finally brought Beanie out and all I felt was crushing disappointment. He was too tiny to be a Scottie. He had no gigantic hinder to speak of at all. I agreed to foster him, but the minute we got in the car, I turned to your Dad and said, "I don't want him. I want my Scottie. I want Ernie."

And your Grandma and Papa both said to me, no matter how many dogs you get, you're never going to be able to replace Ernie. It won't be Ernie no matter how much it may look like him.

Ain't that the truth?

I knew intellectually how difficult saying goodbye to you was going to be. And I had the most amazing friends, thanks to you, again, my angel. You introduced me to the most amazing human friends. But knowing how hard it was going to be, didn't prevent me from becoming severely depressed. I don't know what I could have done differently, to have kept it from happening. Maybe I was always depressed and this was meant to happen. Now when someone loses a pet, I don't know what to say anymore, how to provide comfort, because I feel like I failed the test, I fell into a severe clinically diagnosed depression.

It was Dogster friends who encouraged me to get help. And I finally did, in August.

I got help, and your Mama feels like your Mama again.

And now that the fog of depression has lifted I am so GRATEFUL to YOU, Ernie, and to God, for helping me to get better.

Since I've started to get better I can finally see what has been in front of me all along, that Beanie & Bacon were EXACTLY the angels who were meant to be a part of our family, that Izzy is still here, and we appreciate every day, one day at a time. And that even though our family here on earth has changed, we are still a family.

You and God knew that those little dogs were meant to be Beesuns from the moment they were born. They are the most loving little creatures. They make me laugh every single day, in a hundred different ways. And that little Beanie, that I looked at and said "I don't want him" (that changed about 15 minutes later, of course) is my constant companion, and he spoons beside me in bed every night until I fall asleep. No one, not even your Papa, has shown me the love and devotion that that little dog has shown me.

You knew those little dogs needed me, but more importantly, you knew how badly I needed them.

I am so grateful for my dogs this year, for all my dogs, for their love, compassion, forgiveness, acceptance. I am grateful for the wonderful human beings my dogs brought into my life. I am grateful that I know now that no matter how hopeless I may have felt, things can and will get better. That I can tell others from experience, DO NOT GIVE UP. You will be happy again. You will feel joy again. There is so much to look forward to in life.

This is all pretty sappy and cornbally for your Dogster post, Ernie, but I wanted to write it, because I wanted to tell your friends that their encouragement helped me to get better. And also, because if there is anyone out there who feels sad, or hopeless, or like there isn't any reason to go on anymore, I want them to know, that they can get help, too.

It does get better.

And also, I wanted a chance to shout from the rooftops, I love me some BACON & BEANIE so much I think my heart is GONNA EXPLODE! Seriously, I am so grateful for those two little babies, Ernie. So thank you, and thank God, for friends, family, health and happiness. I am thankful for every day.

RAINBOW BRIDGE RED CARPET BRIGADE for V.I.D.

OH MY DOG!!!

Ernie George has not sleepeded in days. I just eated taters and whoopee pies and ran around chasing the skwerls cause Ernie were so nerviferous!

All the angels was zooming around fluffering up the cloudses and polishing all the halos.

We had to get our wingses drycleanered and the brass band were OOOOM-PAH-PAHING, and bannerses were unfurlering, and Elvis were flewed in for a speshull performerance, and you know they don't brings in the King for just anybody.

Finerly Ernie couldn't take it no longer, and I say to my furriend Cookie, Who ARE COMING? WHO ARE COMING?

And Stryker sayeded, "SSSHHHHHH, it are a surprizer! It are a VERY IMPORTANT DOGGIE!" Well that are not how he sayed it, but that are how Ernie hearded it.

And then the Welcoming Commiteases of the Academy of the Elitest Angels finally came swooping in with harpses and flootses, and they lighted up the heavens with the BIGGEST FIREWORKSES Ernie evfur seened, with Welcome, FRED! bursting through the clouds, all glowy and purple and blue, and then Ernie just keeled right ovfur, straight aways, kerthud!

MY BUDDY FRED? The Greatest Dane that evfur were? OMD!!!! Ernie nevfur in a millyun years thinked or hopeded I would meet Fred here so soon! This is the mostest PAWTACKLYAR day in the Most WONDERFUL PLACE since evfur I remembered. And then the Gigantickull, HARLYKWIN Great Dane Doggie whose name were also Ernie, (WHAT A GREAT NAME!!!) came galloping up to greet his brofur Fred, and all kindsa madderness and merry-makering ensueded!

But then Ernie felt a strange tingling sensertayshun in my ginormous hinder, and I knew it meaned my Mama were heartbrokered again, and that remindered me of all the othfur hoomans and furriends down on earth, who would miss the one and only Freddy Bear.

So all us angels, including Fred & Othfur Ernie, sayded speshull prayers for Miss Michele and Fred's Papa Eric, and all the othfur people whose heartses were broken to lose Freddy Bear so soon.

Dog Bless YOU, Hoomans, we hates to see you sad. Huggies and Smoochers from the Most Wonderfur Place.

Fred

Last Will & Testyments of Ernie George

Upon the one year anniversary of Ernie's Appointment to the Academy of Angels, his Mama was doing some organizing of Ernie's important stuff, when she came across this document. Beanie & Bacon said copies mysteriously appeared on the kennel doors of their respective shelters last year. This is the furst time, his family however has seen it.

I, Earnest George Bailey Beesun, the Dog, the Myth, the Legend, being of sound minds and ginormous hinder, do solemnly bequeaths upon some very lucky terrier-type doggies, all of my earthly possesshuns, until which times said possesshuns (including peepoles) does get angelfied, and then they BELONGS TO ERNIE GEORGE AGAIN!

Ernie bequeaths upon you lucky dogs, the entire block of the Sunset Road in Mound, Minnesnowdah, upon which the big yellow house called 5777 are sitchymataterd.

This whole block are now yourses, pups. That are a PAWESOME responsimabiliteases! They didn’t call me the Dogfather of Sunset Road for NUTHING you know! When you are the Dogfather you have to comportmentalize furselves in such a way that evfurryone KNOWED that you are THE BOSS. You are in charge! If Ernie G. finds out that youse is shirking your doodies, Ernie will not hezzytates to fly on down to the Sunset Road and make ghostie times on your heinies! You does not wants to be haunted by the ghost of Ernie G. No Sirree! ERNIE ARE TERRIERFYING! ARRRROOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Member that Scottish play by WillyIam Shakespeer? The Macbeth? That were about Ernie G. Ernie made him’s face appear on the Lady’s handses and she furreaked out and went CRAZAZY like my Mama when I used to mark hers pots of plants for the howlyday times.

Anyway, you guys better does a good job of keeping the Sunset Road free of the varmintses and stuff. And look out for that George Cooney. He are a MONSTER RACCOON GUY who were my archienemmersis.

Also, Ernie are leaving you my Ginormous Boat, the Ernie G, the Ernie G. Magic Splorer Bus, my favorite walks to the Lost Lake with Mama, all my future Eggie Weggs on the weekends, all the good sniffs in the backyards, the moley guys, all my toyses, blankies, remote control carses, George the Sock Monkey Guy, all my plaid tieses and hatses, and bunny costumers (oh brofur) and bumble bee costumers, and footsie ball costumers,the Mama’s little Punkin boy costumer, and little Elfie hat that Mama maked me wear for howlie day times. Them are ALL YOURS! BOL! GOOD RIDDANCE!

I am also leaving you ALL MY STINK PIES. But only on the condishuns that you REALLY ENJOY THEM the way Ernie G did. You gotta get in there and roll with yours whole body. Grind that stink pie in, and kick your feetses up in the air like nobuddy’s busyness!

Finerly, and most importertantly, Ernie George are leaving you my most VALYOOBULL and TREASURED POSSESSHUNS…MY FAMILY. My Mama, Papa and sisfur Izzy, we were a family.

One year for Halloween, my furriend Rascal made me a funny picfur where Ernie G. were Stitch from the moofie Lilo and Stitch, on accounts of Stitch had a big black nose, and big pointy earses and big sad brown eyeses, just like Ernie G. Mama said him looked just like me. Stitch lived in HaWhyYEEEE and his most famousest line that Mama said just like Stitch in him’s funny alien voice all the time, was “OHANA MEANS FAM-A-LEE.”

Families are the most important THING IN THE WHOLE WORLD, cause if you got a FAMILY you gots LOVE FUREVFUR. You gots somebody who you can counts on to LOVE YOU NO MATTER what, who will always take care of you, protect you and defends you, puts your happynesses above all else, and when you are together, there are nothing in the whole world that are better! You feel like your heart are gonna SPLODE with the LOVE. NOTHING, not the spaces or times, or the distances from the earths on the Sunset Road to the MOST WONDERFUL PLACE OF HEAVEN can stop a family from being a family, or your family from loving you.

So you take good care of my family, okay and you be worthy of their loves okay? And you make sure you pay speshull attenshuns to my Mama’s heart and her feelerings, okay? She gots a lot of feelerings.

Then one day, when all of youse guyses come up here to the Heaven, possesshuns of the family revert back to Ernie G., and then you will be part of MY FAMILY, too, LUCKY DOGS.

Yours Most Toothifly,

Earnest George Bailey Beesun, the Dogfather of Sunset Road

Beanie & Bacon Asleep on the Job

Dear Diary,

Ernie are very disappointed in these "so-calleded" terrier brofurs of mine.

Does you think that the Beesun backyard of Sunset Road are suddenly a ghostie town after dark, THIS SUMMER, when all the past summers, it have been infiltrated by nefarious no-goodniks and evil-doing varminty types?

Do you think the infamerous George Coonie and those ginormous deer dog creatures have just givfun up raiding Ernie's birdie feeders, Ernie's Garden, Ernie's backyard kingdom?

Or do you think that maybe it are now party central and the RACOONSES AND DEERSES and othfur critters are FREE TO DO WHATEVFUR THEY PLEASES FROM SUNSET TO SUNRISE, now that those two candy-booty Mama's boys are on patrol?

Patrol? They doesn't evfun patrol. Bacon & Beanie aren't evfun keeping any kinds of vigils during the nighty-night times. Beanie's so busy making sure Mama don't go potty without him sitting on her lap, that he sleeps on top of her.

And that Bacon Double Cheese sleeps (if you can call the 20 seconds a day when he lays down sleeping) upstairs, so he can be near his toys for 4 ayems Squeakerpalooza.

Ernie George are very dismaytered and protuberated ovfur the stunning lack of concerns shown to the sanktitty of my domain, shown by these two ingrates. What are wrong with the kidses these days? Don't they know they got important jobs to do?

I'm gonna have to fly down there to earth and do something about this.

Look out George Coonie...the GHOST OF ERNIE GEORGE are gonna be haunting you...very soon!

Taters for EvfurryDoggie! Ernie are Dog of the Day!

Dear Diary,

Holy Cows! If I were not so wide and did not have the biggest wings in the heaven to lift my ginormous hinder, you coulda knockeded Ernie George down with a feather this morning!

Dog of the Day? Gee Willyickers! How pawtackylar are this?

It have been a very busy summer up in the heaven and on the earth!

Ernie have been watching my Mama go nutzo trying to keep up with those two little terror-iers I sended to her!!! BOL! She musta thinked I furgetted all those baths she gived to me! BOL! Ernie got her back good with the Bacon & Beanie! Heeheehee. Oh I are naughty! Heehee. Poor Mama.

Cerealously, Mama have been running around like a crazy woman trying to keep up with them. If they is not running away, they are running through the garden, or trapping chippermonks under the deck, or diving in the lake and swimming after ducks, or shredding toilet papers or paper towels. Barking, urka gurking, squeaking and zooming. It are always something.

Ernie just laffs and laffs. And they nevfur leaves Mama alone. Not from sun up to sleepytimes. They stand on her and bark if she trys to read her iPad in the bed or sit at her puter. They lick her face and stare at her when ever she tries to do anything! BOL. Papa tells her, that's what she always wanted, dogs to pay attention to her, cause me & Izzy were independerent! So be careful what you wish for!

Anyfur, thank you all for helping to cellybrate with me the treemenderous honor of being Dogster's Dog of the Day! It was July of 2008 that Mama were watching a show called America's Greatest Dog or something, and that's how she heard of Dogster. She signeded Ernie up furst, then Izzy a month later. It changeded all our lives furevfur.

Dogster brought us all, the whole Beesun fambly, the best furriends in the whole wide oonaverse, some we has evfun gots to meet in the person. Why this weekend evfun, Lucy & Daisy's Mama from the Porto Ricoh is travfulling all the way to Minnesnowdah to visit our fambly.

So thank you to all of you fur being our furriends, and thank you to Dogster for bringing us togethfur.

Ernie George wuffs you all and I am always watching you!

I'm FREE....Free Fallin'

Dear Mama,

Did you get my message?

Yesfurday I knowed you were thinking about me.

It were one year ago to the day that you took the day off of work to take me to the dogtor, and found out about my limpyfernomas.

Ernie membered that you & Papa were supposed to go to the Tom Petsme concert, but you & Papa were too sad and making leaky faces to listen to the moosicks. So you just stayed home.

Ernie was thinking about you yesfurday, like I always does after I eat my breakfast at the nevfurending breakfast buffet here in the most wonderfur place.

I decided to commoomakate with you. So I sended you all those Tom Petsme songs on the radio. Three of em, for your commooter to the work. Did you hear them? I putted them on all the channels. YAY ME! Ernie is still the smartest Scottish Terrier Guy in the whole OONAVERSE & HEAVEN! ARRRROOOOOOOO!

The sun is shining today! I made the sun shine for you! So smile and be happy, okay? I love you, furevfur and evfur, your big boy, Ernie G.

Always on My Mind....

Today I was looking at a Facebook post of Patrick, the starved pit bull from New Jersey, who is making a MIRACULOUS comeback. (HOORAY FOR PATRICK!)

He was having an exam, on a silver, metal vet's table, and the vet techs who care for him were sweet enough to put a fleecy blanket down on the table.

Fleecy blanket, on metal table, INSTANT FLASHBACK to Ernie going to the bridge, and a seizing up of my stomach as if someone had reached in and grabbed my innards and twisted them several times.

Many of Ernie's friends have journeyed to the Bridge since he passed. I always want to tell them that "Oh it won't always be so awful, it gets easier."

And it does. But I'm really shocked anew each and every time one of these random "Grief Outbursts" hits me. I'm okay. We're all okay. It's all good. But the pain, the loss is still so accessible, 8 months later.

Anywho, just felt like getting that off my chest. That grief is jarring. No big newsflash there. Just wanted to tell some folks who care. Much love to you all! Happy Friday.

All My Furriends on Earth

Hey Evfurrydoggie!!!

OMD! Ernie G. is pooped!

I have a Rainbow Bridge Day hangovfur! It were pawesome to see all the celebrating you all were doing down there on the earth to remember us.

We were having quite a hullybaloo up here in heaven. At one point all us angels gathered round and held paws and each of us shared one of our favoritest memories of our famblies we left behind.

Ernie George's angel heart nearly sploded right out of my chest and I said, "There are no way I can pick just one, because my fambly meaned the world to me and any day we were all together, me, Mama, Papa, & Izzy, was Ernie George's most favoritest memory." So while you were rememberating Ernie George, I was up here rememberating you guyses, too. And taters, of course.

So anyfur, I were wondering if all my Dogster furriends could do me a favor!

My Mama met this really PAWESOME lady, named Lisa, cause she were always making funny posts on the Hearts United for Animals book of Faces page. That are the shelter in Nebraska where my new little brofur Bacon came from. Anyway, her & Mama got to be furriends through the book of Faces, but it turns out they are on Dogster too!

All the little doxies are really sooper funny and they came from HUA.

One of them, she's a feisty, heeeeeelarryuss little doxie girl named Willow, she has been in the hospital ovfurnight. She had pancakereatightisses.

Anyway, would you send Willow and her brofurs a PPR, so you can get to know them too? You will love them!

Willow's Page

Willow is a fearless varmint hunter! My kinda gal! My Mama is gonna need to train those new guys if she evfur wants to keep George Cooney out of the birdie feeders! OMD!

Thanks you pupses! Ernie George wuffs you and I'm always watching!