With the onslaught of that holy day of mothers, I’ve had mine on my mind quite a bit more than usual lately. Especially given the whole Royal Wedding. She would have loved every – single – minute of it. I watched it for both of us and I cried thinking how Diana should have been there. My mom waited for hours in Ottawa years ago for a chance to see her and we did AND shook her hand. (FYI – she was 80 times as beautiful in person). I also cried thinking how my mom should have been there watching with me.
Yesterday I was at my coffee shop and I happened to look at the comics and I saw this.
And I laughed. Really effing hard if you must know and I thought…I should share this story so you get a little more insight into mother.
So – we had a dog named Corkey. He was an unfortunate looking fill in for our beautiful 13 year-old german shephard. We actually had people in the street stop us to tell us how hideous our dog was. He had names like hedgehog and the human arse….well you get the picture. He also wasn’t very bright. But I looooved that dog. So did my mom.
We lived in a house with many glass doors and there were a crap load of squirrels in our hood. We would constantly yell at Corkey to go get the squirrels and the poor dude would hurl himself at the glass window in one failed attempt after the other to get the squirrel. I think those rats used to do it to him on purpose and our yelling just egged him on.
One day, the front door sprang open and Corkey took his opportunity. Unfortunately, the squirrel tripped over an extension cord and within a second, Corkey had him! He triumphantly turned around to show us his long sought after prize.
The response? My mom chasing him around yelling – DROP the SQUIRREL – for godsakes DROP THE SQUIRREL. I think a light coffee cup to the back saved that squirrel.*
After that, Corkey gave up on his big chase. The game was over. I will never look at a squirrel the same way.
Oh Mom – I miss you…
**no animals were injured in this story…I swear**
Love the story 🙂
I too cried while watching the royal wedding. I cried for Diana not being there, for William not having his mother, for the fact the stupid Camilla got to be there instead, and for my mother too.
I also went with my mum to meet Princess Diana when she came to St. Andrews NB after her wedding. She shook my hand and I didn’t wash my hands for 3 days.
My bladder control issues are not non-existent.. believe me. K E G E L S!!!
See but this is even BETTER! Now I can remember you as the cruel dog beater and not mom….AND I can see where you inherited your non-existent bladder control issues from!
You know, I’m all about the warm and fuzzies here and have fond memories of Mom as well .. but you got this wrong sista. I was the one that ran after the dog in the yard (sans any clothes other than sleep t) with my coffee cup screaming at the top of my lungs (I remember how sore my throat was after) while mom stood at the door laughing her ass off (whilst crossing her legs).
It was also me who had to pull the tinsel out of the dog’s butt on Christmas eve. Ah yes… I loved that dog so so much. Here’s a word to all of you mom’s out there.
One word – Kegels… do them.
Now I will never look at a squirrel, or tinsel, in the same way.
Great post. Great mom = Great kid = Great mom = Great kid.
This reminds me of the quote “Don’t cry that it’s over, smile because it happened.”
These memories that can make you smile that are triggered by random little things like a comic in a coffee shop are the ones that let us know the memory is still very much alive.
Great story – thanks for sharing!!!
I believe that was ME who got to pull that out!!!!!!!!!!!
Or when he ate the netting around the bag of chocolate eggs??? ugh!
Love the comic!!!! What about that stupid dog eating the tinsel off the tree and then it hanging halfway out his butt!!!! Who got to pull that out?
I always think about her alot this time of year…Easter “egg”hunts are never the same…that one year she hid mirrors for us all…but forgot where she hid them and then we couldn’t find one….
Great post, Sara. You honour your mom every day by being a great mom to Will!
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Ha-ha-ha, lady… oh, your poor pooch.
Your mum must have been quite an awesome dame to unleash a daughter like you into the world… job well done, I think. 😉