Mango's Momma here. It occurred to me that maybe for Mother's Day, all the doggie Moms should get a turn at the blog, so even though its a day late, here I am.
I want to address Noah's query regarding how we grow rocks in New England. I have been led to believe that during the ice age, giant glaciers came through North America and deposited all sorts of rocks and other debris. Subsequently, one cannot dig more than a few scoops without encountering rocks. All those stone walls you see around? Those are from the fields that the poor old settlers were trying to plow to prepare for their crops.
The carrots in my garden are all deformed from the rocks they encounter as they grow.
If that's not bad enough, the ground seems to burp up rocks all the time. So no matter how many you dig up and remove, more appear every year. Many times, the size of a small car!
One summer I did volunteer work down in Tennessee and one of my projects was to dig an outhouse. I was amazed that I was able to dig the whole thing and all I had to remove was dirt. Where were all the rocks? That was a piece of cake!
So enough history, here are some Momma's day photos of me with the boys.
Hector wanted to be included, but the boys were being so solicitous it was hard to get a group photo.
Mango decided that he did not want to be on the deck.So I agreed to a photo on the lawn, but they were both itching to get to bitey face.Mango's Momma! Oh yeah!