Alternatively titled: In Which I Fly Home to Tennessee for My Mom’s Big Birthday Bash and Totally Catch Her Off Guard with Both My Visit and a Puppy, aka The One in Which I’m the World’s Best Daughter. Heh.
OK, back up, rewind.
My mom and dad were supposed to have come to California for a nice, long visit in August; however, due to some unfortunate circumstances back home, they had to cancel their trip. Which was actually for the best, as I was bed-bound and terribly ill for the whole of the month (though I finally have resolution! a treatable auto-immune disease, which hopefully can be maintained with meds!). However, my mom and 11 of her friends—all of whom grew up together and found their way back to Tullahoma eventually—were throwing a big joint 60th birthday party for themselves this past Saturday. (They all turn 60 this fall, though my mom would like to point out she’s the youngest of the bunch.) And so I got this invite in the mail:
And thought maybe, just maybe, I could make it for the soiree. I checked Southwest, found $99 fares and, within moments, decided to just show up for the weekend unannounced. (With a little help with the planning from my daddy.) And, well, you can see how it all was received:
Oh right, what you really want to hear about is the puppy, eh? Well, you see, my mom has four little boy Malteses—or rather, three “its” and a male. Her sole female ran away two years ago, and ever since there’s been a void in the clan that only a little girl can fill. Plus, Mom wanted to continue on (our favorite) Kobe’s bloodline, so there was that to consider, as well. Because he’s just too pretty not to spawn (again), and besides SVV and I are totally swooping up one of his puppies the second they’re born.
You may recall that we tried last year to find a little girl, but kept getting foiled by Nigerian scammers. So around the time I decided to come home, I talked with the sis, and we both set out on a mission to find Mom a new baby for her 60th birthday (which isn’t actually until October 10). And lo, a few days later, I received an e-mail from Kari with the name of an amazing breeder, Brent, in Murfreesboro—just 45 minutes from my parents’ house—who happened to have one baby in his dame Olivia Newton John’s litter remaining, and she just happened to be a female. So we called Dad, the funding behind the operation, and ran it by him, and he headed up to meet Brent and the baby in question bright and early at 6am one Wednesday morning. He signed the contract, paid the deposit, and Operation: Get Mom a Pup was set in motion. Two weeks later, dad picked me up from the airport, and we swung by to get this little gem.
I walked in the door, there were hugs all around, then sent Mom back to Dad’s Vet to “open” her present (framing it as if it were merely a gallon of ice cream; Mom later said she thought it was a Baskin Robbins treat…little did she know!). To say Mom was surprised is an understatement. I love me surprises! But I have a big mouth, and considering I talk to my mom 17 times a day, it was terribly hard to not spill the beans. Then, Kari came in on Saturday to join in on the celebration, and fun was had by all.
We even took the puppy to the party—which had upward of 150 people present—and she behaved swimmingly. Of course, she was passed around like a joint at Bonnaroo, but she didn’t flinch.
And then the subsequent days, Mom and I spent following her around with the video camera because she’s just too cute.
Oh, and as if I didn’t already have enough on my plate, Katey Layne has her very own blog! It’s meant to be a collaborative effort between Mom, me and Kari, but I’m going to go ahead and presume that I’ll be doing most of the writing, as I can’t even get either of them to respond to a simple e-mail from me. Follow her follies here, pretty please, so she’s not discouraged by a lack of readers!
It was torture to say good-bye to this face yesterday, but luckily I’ll be back home for my mom’s real birthday (and some Danish friends’ inaugural visit to the Dirty South) in just a month!
(I told you this blog is totally going to the dogs!)
Unrelated, but another reason why the South is awesome, this group of 80-something ladies, the Red Hat Society, we ran into at the local coffee shop (singular, as there’s only one in town):
They all fawned over Katey, as well, and the one in the near right corner of the frame, upon swiping the rear of my sister’s Altima with her boat-like Cadillac, exclaimed: “I want one of my own, but my daughters say I’m not home enough to care for a puppy.” (She’s 89! I hope I’m that spry and social in 60+ years!)