Hi Kids,
Let’s give a cheer for Mothers!!! Bring on the balloons, flowers and candy!! Yeah MOTHERS, MOMMIES, MOMS or . . . They come in all shapes, colors and sizes.
TT your Talking Tummy here. What about your mother? You never talk about her. Was she MEAN??? Did she run away???
“I don’t want to talk about it. It makes me SAD.”
You’ll feel better. Just say something about her. Pleeeease.
“After she had my sister and me she was dropped off at the dog pound.We didn’t even get a nuzzle or a good-by lick.”
What happened to you? You were just a little guy.
“My sister got a home no one wanted me. I was dumped by the road.”
Don’t cry Stubber. You’ve got me. I’ll never leave you. Well, when I think about it I CAN’T really leave. A tummy STAYS PUT.
“Thanks TT. I hope someday I’ll find her. She might be dead.”
Don’t say the DEAD word!! I hate that word! Forget dead and let’s look around the park.
I’m watching for a kinda old white dog with pointed ears. She’d look something like a terrier. Just a sniff or a lick from her would make me happy. It would be a miracle. But since my friend Mrs. Prance adopted me from the pound I believe in miracles and dog prayers.
TT alert! I know you’re on a mission to find your mother but don’t forget you’re a professional gobbler.
“I’ve heard it before TT, FOOD is the most important thing in life.”
I’ll try to focus on finding your mother but it’s hard because I’M HUNGRY.
We check out the park. Some dogs are running loose. Others are with their owners. I run around sniffing and looking.
Stubb, there’s a white dog!!
My heart jumps as I look around. “TT, that dog couldn’t be my Mother. She has long legs and her tail is wrong. Mother had a short tail like mine. I remember that.”
Sorry, she’s kinda white. My mistake, she looks like a goat!!
I crawl under a picnic table. I watch, wait and hope. The sad whimpering comes I can’t stop it. My heart is heavy I always think about her. It’s impossible to forget your Mother.
I feel a hand on my head. I look up. A lady with curly brown hair is smiling at me. Her black dog wiggles under the picnic table and licks my ears and face.
TT here. Things are looking up. Somebody likes us.
The lady pats me and her dog gives me another lick on the ear. “Come fellow. Come and join our picnic. Don’t be sad.”
TT yells, Cool!!! A Mother’s Day pig out.
I have a warm, happy feeling now. I like these new friends. Maybe I’ll find Mom someday. Right now I must enjoy this delicious ham and cheese sandwich.
Good Choice, Stubber don’t miss a single bite.
Have a wonderful Mother’s Day. Give her a hug, or give someone a hug. Hang unto that happy feeling.
Bye,
Stubb and TT