Are you sure your mum wasn't Dr Doolittle?
I think it's nice to have a connection with animals, the ability to have it. Faith is like that with our cats, always have been; They adore her, but then again we shower them with so much love it's unsurprising. Faith is like that with most animals though, especially horses..
It's a shame you guys were allergic and had to find Rocky a new home, but you had him for a while and I'm sure have some good memories like the swing and him tearing around the yard.
Thanks for sharing this picture and the story behind it. Much appreciated.
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Lol. Nope, she wasn't. But I think she was forever trying to make up for her dislike of cats when she was young. She had a not-to-good experience, My mom was not only that way with dogs, she was the "big mama" to all the neighborhood children too. I never knew her to turn away any dog or person in need.
Have a good rest of your weekend on call. Hope all goes well so your wife can start feeling better soon. Take care both of you.
I imagine your mum to be the type to be a good cook and always have some cookies in a jar for the neighbour-kids right? Kind of nice.
OMG, how did you know? Louisiana cajun and Southern cooking. Also, we used to get the 20lb. bag of sugar. She'd made "teacakes" we called them. They would melt in your mouth. Today, they're called sugar cookies. And with the remainder, she'd make popsicles with popsicles sticks stuck in old-fashioned ice cube trays that pulled up with the handle in the middle. Finally, she'd make preserves and jams. It's a wonder we didn't overdose. But we played outside all day burning off those calories. Enough of that...but those were the days!
Talk to you later.
Now why wasn't I your next door neighbour! I would have been over for treats every day! :)
You know, this is how it used to be back the small country town I grew up in, exactly the same. I miss those simple times.
Yep, me too. Have a good weekend.
My mom too. Long as they lived on the farm, the neighbor kids were welcome-Even when they weren't kids :) The first thing every one of them did was check the cookie jar.
My brother and I both had numerous friends that would stop in to see if we were around-even when they knew we weren't. They'd have a cup of coffee (and cookies) with my mom and move on.