Archive - Tales from the Other Side introduction

Hello everyone,

I am Sasha, who was dog. Well, I suppose am still dog, just not alive anymore. Has been almost seven years since I died. That is 49 in dog years, so it feels like forever since I was in a body. Not that I am lazy dog, no. There is all kinds of things to keep me busy. There are other dogs to play with, Daddy’s Grandad and Granny are here and will throw tennis balls for me for hours. Plus I have job, but will get to that later. Oh, and kitty sister and little brother are here as well. Kitty pretend to not be happy when we play and goes all frowny, but she always finds me when I am back after being gone for a while.

But the big thing here is birdy men. Most humans call them “angels” but most of them do not seem to care much for name. They say they just messengers. There are bunch of different kinds of birdy men, too. Daddy says something called Google can tell you their names if you are really curious, but humans lump them all into one or two categories. Some of my favorites are the ones called “ophans”. They like to pretend to be monsters and let me hunt and chase them. Sometimes they chase me, which is also fun. Kitty not amused when they try to play with her. I tell them she not run from me when we first met, so she not run from them either. They take as challenge. They lose. Some are kinda scared of her. I laugh a lot at them when they try.

Others are much more serious. Some grouchy, even. I think there must have been argument once long time ago, maybe over whose turn it was to throw ball or something and big fight ensued. (That my big writer word for today. Ensued. Is fancy.) So some are extra grumpy with each other. I am dog, do not like to see brothers and sisters fight, so I try to make better. Some want no part of play nice time, others pat me on head, tell me I am good dog and seem a little sad when they smile at me.

There are several birdy men that know Daddy really well. They talk to him a lot, and one has watched over Daddy since he was little. He is my favorite birdy man. Lots of other “soul dogs” like him too, we stay at his house a lot. They call us soul dogs because in life our people gave us little parts of their soul, which makes us special. Daddy says he gave me last piece of his soul, but I think he also gave some to little brother and sister.

You would think that since people are here and birdy men are too that they would talk a lot. But for some reason, most people live in big city where most birdy men do not go. Some people, like Grandad and Granny do not like big city, so they have places that look like some place they loved while alive. I prefer to stay outside city too, lots of people there do not like dogs. Not sure how some place can be considered paradise and not have dogs, but some people weird.

Daddy says this getting long, so I will wrap things up. I like talking with computer, much clearer than barks and whines. Not as cute, but clear. I will talk more later about job and might even see if I can get a birdy man to give quote. Like for book cover, only not.