Some of you may not have been reading here long enough to have ever read a Lucy story so allow me to introduce you: Lucy was my mother. Her real name was not Lucy but Lucille Ball is about the best description I can give you of my very goofy mother. She was smart, beautiful, generous and kind but she took goofy to a whole new level and it was what we all loved best about her.
Our toy poodle, Gidget, had puppies when I was in the third grade. Gidget was a registered toy but she was much bigger. Thank goodness too because she ended up having six puppies.
I came home from school surprised to find Lucy at home. She would normally be at work at that time. I walked into her bedroom and found her aiding Gidget with the delivery of our new puppies. Now what seven year old girl isn’t going to want to see, play with and hold new puppies? Lucy knew that but she wasn’t really interested in my assistance. What she really wanted was to get me out of the house as Gidget was not faring well with the delivery and the puppies just kept coming.
As previously mentioned, Lucy was smart. Instead of ordering me outside to play (which never would have worked), she enlisted me in her mission. She issued my orders clearly and precisely.
“Get on your bike and ride uptown to the hardware store to get me a cork. This darn dog won’t stop having puppies and I need to put a cork in to stop her.”
Now, you know that I didn’t just walk in, buy the cork and leave. Nooooooo. I was way too excited for that. I had to tell the owner and all the employees there that I was on a very special mission. I needed a cork to stop my dog from having puppies. There were already too many, you see.
Yeah, they’re still laughing about it.
