Abby Lab here - I want to check with you other dogs in Blogville to see if you still have a weird Mommy. I think I sure do. She's in her 50's, refuses to go grey, or act like a grandma. Isn't she just supposed to sit home with her permed hair in little curlers, knitting something and playing the Publishing House Sweepstakes? Isn't that what grandma's do?
But no, my Mom likes outdoorsy things and the one time she knitted it was tactical camo slippers!
Though she did put girly bows on them.
Most of the other dog mommies I know have closets full of beautiful clothes.
Mom's closet looks like Joe Friday from Dragnet dresses here.
Most of the time she just grabs jeans and one of Dad's t-shirts and off she goes, though even dressed like this she always has her lemony perfume and a lip gloss.
She's only worn a dress three times, that Dad knows of. The first was when she and Dad were dating and Dad was playing his violin professionally and she showed up and told the usher, pointing at Dad, who is 25 years younger then she, and said "I'm with the band (wink)". Mom you need to grow up!
The second was when a male friend of hers who had terminal bone cancer wanted to go to to the symphony but couldn't get a date, so with the support of their boyfriends (one of whom is my Dad now), Mom and her beautiful blond best friend bought gorgeous new dresses and went with him both, a lady on each arm.
The third day was her wedding where she had a beautiful blue and white Celtic wedding gown. Dad wore Victorian clothing. All of the wedding party was told to dress in their favorite historical or fantasy outfit, so it was a blast (but no capes, those were fine for the reception but not for the ceremony).
With a garter full of ninja throwing knifes that Dad made her.
I don't think the tactical kilt counts as a dress Mom.
But Mom and Dad are a good match, best friends online for five years, dating two years, and married 3 years ago. With a famous engineer/inventor and a mad scientist/crime-fighter paired up you are only going to have adventures. (and ouches)
Each week she disappears off to squirrel headquarters, and is sometimes gone a long time. I have a feeling she is weird there too given some of the stuff I've seen her leave with to decorate her office.
She gets me dog walkers if she has a long day but when she gets home sometimes I look at her eyes and have to go give her some love, as she's seen something she can't unsee and she needs me. She said it's really hard when there are children hurt. . .and then she won't talk any more.
Weekends there's fun with Dad, but the other Dog Mom's often go shopping. My weirdo Mom loads up her big 4 x 4 pickup (seriously Mom, should you be in a 1985 Buick like all the other grannies) and meets from friends that are PAW-lice and makes boomy noises at the LEO range.
And she has this mad science laboratory in the basement where she can make weird things like a satchel that's made out of an antique book
Or a computer made out of a 1940's analytical balance.
Or a lamp for the garage.
And she doesn't know how to accessorize. Not at all. She has one purse. ONE and this is what her nightstand looks like. I won't even ask why you need the BIG box of band-aids Mom.
No, NOT a SWAT meet. Sheesh Mom.
But you know, I think I have a good Mommy. She lives simply fixing up her old house, so she can give a lot of money to the dog and cat and horse rescue folks decorating it in all antiques or "thrown away" things she finds on the curb that just need a little TLC. (she gave all her fancy shmancy stuff from her big house to the Veterans charity when she sold it).
And she makes GREAT foodables. Like her cheddar biscuits (she makes a batch without garlic for me).
Or the faux sausage cornmeal crust pizza bones.
She takes really good care of her 96 year old Dad, sacrificing a lot so he can stay in his home because he doesn't want to leave where he's lived almost 70 years and outlived two wives and two kids.
And she loves the animals in the family, me and Buddy the horse out West and she and Dad know how to laugh and make the house a happy place for me, especially when I had just arrived and was so scared and lonely from months in the scary high kill shelter, where I made friends and then they'd just disappear. I didn't like that place. I didn't think anyone would adopt me because I was old and not purebred and sick with heartsworms but Mom got me as soon as she saw my furry face.
So I think I will keep her as my Mom.
Even if she is weird.