Our Guest Blogger: Lucy the Wonder Dog on Moms

I would like to introduce our guest blogger and one of my all time favorites. Lucy the Wonder Dog became part of our family back in 2002. She won our hearts from the get go. She saw me blogging about my mom, so she asked if she could do her own. So welcome the cutest dog you'll ever meet...

Hi y'all! I'm Lucy. I'm typing this and keeping my eyes on those two rascally cats at the same time. This girl's job is never done, I'll tell you what. But that is not what I came to talk about.

I had a doggie mom, but I don't remember her all that well. There were so many of us kids and she seemed distracted. I wasn't the smallest, but certainly not the biggest either. Those early days weren't that great. They took me to the vet, and bobbed my tail. Ever had your tail bobbed? Trust me, don't if you can help it.

So we were all yapping and wrestling, when two human moms walked into the kennel. They both looked so friendly, but one in particular. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was just so kind, and by the look in her eyes, she must have felt the same way about me. It was of course my mommy Robin. She just walked past the other puppies, and made a beeline right towards me.

Okay, I confess. My little nub that was once a tail twitched as fast as it ever had. I tried to run to her, but sort of stumbled. Hey I was a baby, okay? She reached over and held me close to her chest and just wouldn't let go. I wasn't complaining, no siree! My goodness nothing had EVER been that sweet in my whole six weeks of life. I didn't want it to stop. Neither did she. The other mommy, Jessica, petted and loved on me too and I thought, wow, two mommies who love me this much! Mommy Jessica walked over to the owner of the farm and they talked about something, and then we were on our way.

Okay, I'm a lot older now. I'm not that good at counting, let's see, 2 from 10 is ... okay I'll be 8 years old in July! Did you know Mommy Jessica and I have the same birthdate? Yeah, weird, but in a nice way. They still love me, just like that first day. Mommy Robin still holds me close to her chest the way she did back then. We all cuddle in a puppy pile at night when we sleep. On a really good day the cats can join us too. Most of the time not though. They get their own time.

We go for walks and on vacations and, I'm so very happy. Even if they get mad at me, and I give em plenty of opportunities because, well I'm a rat terrier. Nuff said. They just don't stay mad. They take me to the vet too, but they don't cut off any body parts. Oh oh and they play ball with me! I love my squeaky balls! I've got a yellow one and a red one and a green one and a ball that is lots of colors too. I love to play with my two moms!

Anyway, I love my two mommies so much. I wanted to tell everyone that. I wish all doggies could be so lucky. For you human and doggie readers too, I want to wish you all a very happy Mother's Day.

Love and licks;

Lucy

Moms and Grandmas It's Mother's Day Again

Here we are again. The time to honor Moms. My mom and grandmothers are all gone now. Same for Robin as well. We have but our memories. Each year I try to share some memories.

We were in the hospital in Houston, and Mom was dying. What a time that was, where we shared everything openly and cleared out old garbage and made our promises and talked about our time together, and the time when she would not be there. The subject came to an envelope in our cedar chest back home. It held the love letters shared between her and Dad during WWII. "Throw them out," she said. "No one will be interested in them."

I argued, "Momma that is not true. Please don't ask me to toss them out." She thought about it a moment and agreed.

Of course when I went home, I went directly to that chest and pulled out the letters. You know, we grow up with the thought of Momma as caretaker, parent. Rarely as that romantic young woman who fell in love with your Dad. But there it was, them talking to each other, making plans for their future, and buried within a code they had worked out to let her know where he was without it being cut out by the censors. She never told me what that code was. But I know it is there.

Momma was a rebel. She was strong and backed down from no man. Self sufficiency was just a part of her. She had to be strong to face off with her two children who seem to have inherited some of that rebelliousness she knew in her life. She could be brutally honest too, cutting through the layers to get to the core of it all.

She worried about my brother and I. More than she ever let on. I guess that is part of the job description. Oh and she made lists. Used to drive me crazy, because I am so not a list person. "Write it down so we don't forget."

"I won't forget."

"Write it down anyway."

"Okay Momma."

She died barely a week after the conversation about those letters. That was 1988. Funny, I can remember it all like it was yesterday.

But you know, there are two grandmas to talk about. One I never knew, dying just before I was born. She was a sweet woman they say, raised into Arkansas farming, and mom to a bunch of kids. She was said to have a most angelic voice, and the family would sit out on the porch on Sundays, playing the guitar and singing their gospel favorites. They were the children of pioneers, and the religion was simple and emotional as was their song. She must have been a saint. Not one of the children, my aunts and uncles, ever had one bad thing to say about her. It was clear they all adored her. I'm only sad I never heard more stories about her. I've only a few photos to give meager clues to the woman she was.

I did know my Grandma Ollie Wicks. She was quite a character really. You'd tell her a story, and she would say, "Well I swan." I heard a wonderful story about her when she was young. My grandpa had lost his inheritance and became a sharecropper. Little huts were built on the land for the sharecroppers to live in. They were told they had to leave at the end of the month since they were going to turn where they lived into cropland. Grandpa left to go find work elsewhere. While he was gone but before the end of the month, crews showed up, telling her to get out because they were going to level the home. She argued but they didn't want to listen. She quietly went back inside, walking out with a big old shotgun in her arms. She pointed towards them and told them they had five minutes to leave their property. "Come back at the end of the month, but if you try now, I will shoot you dead!" They left.

Grandma Ollie could be blunt too. Before she died, she wrote a letter counseling each of her kids, not holding back where she thought they had made a mess of things. Oh and don't you dare call her during her soaps. That was the unpardonable sin. She had a marvelous laugh, beginning as a chuckle, but then like a suppressed guffaw. Her chin would dimple and she would pull her bottom lip in. Funny the things we remember. She and her sister, my Great Aunt Johnnie, used to fight all the time. Some of the kids (she had a big family too) took it way too serious, but Momma and Daddy always said that was just them. I understood because my brother and I fought all the time too.

To all of them, Momma Rachel, Grandma Annie, Grandma Ollie, you all left your mark on me, and I am grateful. I wish your time on earth had not ended as soon as it did, but you must know how much you were loved and cherished. To all moms and grandmas, have a blessed Mother's Day.