by Linda Suit
Okay, now that I have your attention...May 1 has come and gone, and May the 4th is over, you know, the Star Wars, May the 4th be with you? Groan, I know that's bad, but I'm only a Doodle.
Tomorrow is a very special day, Mother's Day, and I have a very special Mommy. She may be a hooman, but she's mine and I wuv her to Doodle-finity and back. If you still have your Mommy, be sure to tell her you wuv and appreciate her! I'm gonna be especially nice to mine on Mother's Day, and you should too.
Mommies are a gift from God. You may not always agree with them, but they do the best they can. To be quite honest, I kinda get testy with Mommy sometimes cuz it seems she always wins. Ah well, nuff said about that cuz I'm supposed to be nice, so I'll save it for another day, I will I will.
Hey, Jerry Boy, whatcha Doodling out there with all those Doodles? That's ok, I know I'm the most special. Carry on.
Remember when I got my outdoor condo, and it was on the back patio overlooking the creek? Well, I got sick earlier this year and Mommy and Jerry Boy moved it to the front porch so I could catch some good sunbeams. I kinda miss seeing the critters in the creek, but I'm getting used to it on the front porch and Mommy and Jerry Boy come out and sit with me often.
The goaties get a widdle pushy, especially Miss Libby, but I allow it cuz she keeps me company. Remember what a hard time Mommy used to have trying to catch me to bring me back inside before dark thirty? And...remember the time I ran out the door lickety split, and onto Mommy's shoulder in the great outdoors? I mean the OUTDOOR OUTDOORS, with all the world at my feet! Mommy almost had a conniption fit it skeered her so much. If you don't know what a conniption fit is, it's kinda like a hissy fit, only you're skeered outta your wits instead of being mad like with a hissy fit.
Ya still with me? Well, now Mommy has it all figured out. When it's time for me to go home, she turns my condo around, goes inside the house, raises the window in the spare bedroom, then opens my condo door and inside I go. Easy peasy, no more conniption fits for Mommy. Now she still has hissy fits once in a while, but usually it's when Jerry Boy doesn't mind.
The handsome guy on our tractor is Joe. He is a Veteran and has a bee-uuu-tee-ful wife. This amazing fella brought us a big load of compost for our garden. I know it's gonna grow with this stuff! My baby maters may grow up to be giants! Joe, would ya please give Jerry Boy some lessons in tractoring?
Save that thought for the rest of the tractor story below. Seriously, Joe is a behind the scenes kinda guy. He is one of the unsung heroes that always seems to be helping others. Joe smiles a lot. He is a happy guy. It makes you feel good inside when you help others. This is Joe…be like Joe! Thank you for all you do for others and thank you for your service to our country!
The garden is planted, and stuff is coming up. I can't wait to get my veggies. Better get my climbing gear ready for scaling to the top of the zucchini trees, and I have to practice my snatch n run move for the baby maters.
Speaking of gardening...
Mommy started off helping Jerry Boy pick up limbs from a storm, then she went to hoe things in the garden. Jerry Boy went to mow. Pond + days of rain = very very wet and muddy. She TOLD him to stay WAY away from the pond cause he has one of those zero turn mowers that seems to have a mind of its own and if one front wheel starts downhill, away it goes, Jerry Boy and all. I would tell ya how many times he has been stuck but I can't count that high.
So, Mommy is in the garden and sees the top of the truck at the pond. Hmm, trouble on the horizon. She walks up there, and Jerry Boy had tried to pull the mower out with the truck. Mower had one back wheel in the pond and the truck is slipping and sliding backward toward said pond with Jerry Boy in it. Jerry Boy, it helps if you don't put it in reverse when you're trying to pull something. Snicker snicker.
Mommy's steam vent is starting to blow by now. Said truck is NOT coming out. She threatened to call for help. That really made Jerry Boy feel special and he let her know it. Ruh roh. Run, Jerry Boy, run!! Mommy suggests getting the tractor, which is four-wheel drive...smart Mommy, huh?
They hook the truck up with looooong chains and Jerry Boy is driving the tractor and Mommy is in the truck (which is almost in the pond), and yee haw, away they go! One down. Now to the mower. They get it chained to the tractor and Jerry Boy is dragging it (literally). Mommy is screaming STOP!! Why? Jerry Boy forgot to set it where the wheels would roll without it running and somebody driving it.
So, wheels are locked, and Jerry Boy is digging trenches all the way up the hill. Well, you can always plant corn in the ruts, he says. Yup you guessed it...steam vent blew big time! I would name her Old Faithful, except you never know when she's gonna blow! I've heard of mudslinging, but somehow, I didn't think this was what it was all about. I think they are both gonna need a bath tonite, and their boots...well...let's just say they are both walking a widdle taller cause of all the stuff stuck to the bottom of them. You know Mommy used to be a city girl, right? I think she may be considering asking for that job back.
Don't worry, he has his pillow and blankie ready to take to the goatie house and will be quite comfy out there. He has stopped bleeding and is expected to make a full recovery.
And, that's life in Doodleville. Seems like every day is Mayday here. We like to keep things interesting.
See ya next month, and remember make someone smile!
About the Author
Linda Suit is a city girl turned country. A travel agent by trade, she and her husband, Jerry, live in rural Arkansas with their animals including an amazing pet squirrel, Spunky Doodle. Spunky has brightened the lives of many with her stories. She is quite a character and definitely lives up to her name of Spunky.
Linda has traveled the world. Her passion for missions comes alive in her stories from remote areas. She will make you laugh and tug at your heartstrings.
You can read Linda’s “Spunky Tales” column on the 2nd Saturday each month here at Mustard Seed Sentinel.