Hello, good people. It is Sasha, who is dog again. Meaning am here again, not that am dog again. Have always been dog. Except in one very weird dream, but that not important now.

So, you might notice things look a little different. Daddy was doing an update on server that this blog lives and decided to update blog software while he was at it.

Without making a backup first.

And then messed up a command.

To paraphrase Marvin the Martian, "There was a kaboom!"

Fortunately, I have been very busy lately and have not had a chance to do much here so not a lot was lost.

Next time, I double dog check all commands.

-Sasha

It is Sasha, who was (is?) dog. I should start today by saying that yes, I model my writing style after great dog author Trixie Koontz, who is also Dog on Other Side. She my role model for being ambassa-dog from Other Side. My writings are meant to be something of homage (fancy writer word) to her and not blatant rip-off.

Now that out of way, I promised to talk about my job last time. Dogs are just like people here, can choose to go back in physical form to live again, spiritual form to comfort and guide loved ones (not as ghost, though. Those different.) or stay in big city as “eternal reward” for life lived. Most people choose last option, not know why. Life fun, life vibrant, life unpredictable and exciting. That why some people choose to go back.

Birdy men inhabit physical bodies all the time. One of favorite birdy men say that they used to be able to go down to world in their own forms, back when humanity was young, but that started causing trouble and now they must take form not threatening to humans. Most look like regular people, but some go as dog or cat or bird or any animal form that they think help with their jobs. Their jobs vary as much as people jobs do, sometimes it to protect or guide specific person, sometimes it much more vague. Always to pass messages to those who need them.

Just like birdy men, dog who choose to go back usually have job. Almost always center around person, sometimes same person dog loved in other life. Ok, lots of times. It is not way of dog to watch person hurt because they not have dog anymore. Heart of dog too big, hold too much love.

As for me, I spirit dog now. My job to watch over people, chase away mean birdy men and squirrels, and bring comfort when needed. I stay spirit because lots of people to watch over and being in body would make impossible. Dogs very conscientious (second fancy writer word) about job, always strive to do best job possible. Also go look in on Daddy’s friends when he ask, make sure they ok. Mostly, though, I serve as guide when people here need to get message to loved ones who miss them. Is easy to get lost, especially for people. I make sure they make trip safely.

Some say that make me messenger too, like birdy men. I not agree, but take compliment gracefully. Not all messengers birdy men, but all birdy men messengers. Besides, I not look right with wings. Although that would make chasing birds and tennis balls even more fun! Will try that out sometime.

Other part of job is guiding some lost spirits Home. Mostly other dogs and cats and occasional horse, but sometimes people. People sometimes scared of birdy men, sometimes person panic, run away and get lost or hide from birdy men. We dogs know how to be not scary, let person pet us and then guide them Home. Then everybody happy and we get belly rubs and tennis balls. And snooze in sun.

That all from me today. Time to go play with birdy men. Maybe harass kitty sister. Maybe try out wings.

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.