Tonight, my mom told me about her Walmart experience, as she does with nearly every trip there. Anyway, my dad ran into one of his friends there, so she decided to walk through the garden stuff while they guys were talking. She walked out to the parking lot area that's sectioned off for trees and things like that, and yellow lab with bright orange ears caught her eye. He was sitting in a truck and the two just stood there staring at each other for some time. Apparently, the dog looked so much like Gumbo, the yellow lab I had growing up, that she couldn't keep her eyes off of him. When my mom finally snapped out of it, she realized the dog's owner was sitting in the truck staring at her. Of course, she felt like an idiot having not even seen the guy sitting there, so she then proceeded to tell the story of me and my beloved Gumbo. The best part of the story was that she got choked up when she talked about how much I loved that dog. So, 11 years later, Gumbo's death is still bringing people to tears.
What really makes me laugh is that my mom will swear up and down that she's not an animal lover and that she despises having dogs her in house. (You should hear what she says about Charlie LOL.) Yet when I go to Louisiana, Brown and Grey's beds are out, and their water bowl is waiting for them. Even when Brown lived with me before Brett and I got married, my mom spoiled him to no end. We're driving to my parents' tonight and probably won't get there until early morning, and I can guarantee you that the boys' beds are already out and everything is ready for them. In fact, she's even babysitting them tomorrow while I drive up to LSU. Why can't she just admit she loves those mutts.[sm=lol.gif]
