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25 Going Home to Mother

Posted on April 11, 2020April 11, 2020
Why do we have to leave?

Grandma and I have moved around a lot since I joined up with her. I like being in one place, so when I saw her loading boxes in the car, I asked, “Why do we have to leave?”

“God moves His people and dogs around to where He wants them to be safe and work for Him. There’s a bad virus going around, so He thinks going someplace else would be a good idea. At least until the trouble passes. What would you think about going to the farm where you were born and seeing your mother, Toto?”

“My real mom?” I wagged my tail.

Grandma smiled, “Yep!”

I looked up and around the canyon rims. “We sure have had some adventures here.”

When I was Canyon Pete

“Yes, we have.”

“Will we have adventures on the farm?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never stayed on a farm before…” She looked a little worried.

“But I’ll still look out for you, Grandma!” I barked.

“Good Boy! Now, go lie on the bed and let me finish packing.”

So we loaded up and took off. Sometimes Grandma was sniffing and crying because she loved the mountains so much. Grandma was headed into the unknown, but I knew where we were going. I licked her hand and then slept most of the way.

It was a LOOOOONG ride

HOME! I was so glad to see my mother! However, she did not hesitate to boss me around. I had forgotten about that part. It seems like, no matter how grown up a boy might be, he still needs to mind his mama.

“Now Son, sit up straight for the photo!”
“Yes, Ma’am.”

Farmer Allen, who belongs to Toto, was busy working. Grandma and I walked around the farm so I could introduce her to everyone. We came across my favorites, the mother cows.

“Hi, Petey!” Miss Bossy called out. “My, how you’ve grown!”

“Hi, Miss Bossy!”

The rest of the girls called out greetings.

Back home amongst friends

I walked down the row, “Hi Flossy! Hi Sally! Hi Tilda! Hi Princess! Hi Precious!”

It was embarrassing for me when they said things like, “I remember you as a wild child. Look how behaved you are now!”

Another chimed in, “A little man!”

“We’re proud of you, Petey!”

“Welcome home!” Miss Bossy was especially glad to see me. I had to give her a kiss.

A “Welcome Home” kiss

Farmer Allen put Grandma and me in the guest house. He gave us chores the next morning.  He told Grandma,  “I need you to gather the eggs. The hens hide them, you know.”

I yelped, “Grandma, I know how to find them.”

She grabbed a bucket and followed me.

“When they lay eggs, Grandma, they like to hide under bushes, or in corners where there is straw. Look here!”

“Here they are, Grandma!”
“Good boy, Petey!”

In one day I went from being a Mountain Boy to a Farm Boy. I am so happy to be home!

Farmer Petey Podengo

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2 thoughts on “25 Going Home to Mother”

  1. Sara Jane Williamson says:
    April 14, 2020 at 6:14 am

    What a marvelous trip for you both! I look forward to more stories about your adventures at the farm!

    Reply
  2. Auntie Lynn says:
    April 12, 2020 at 11:42 am

    Charming! Great story. I can picture both of you……

    Reply

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