Hell-o,
to a new epawsode of Bacon’s SHOW&TELL… this time something what you loved and carried around efurrywhere you went…
Mom disliked dolls, she never wanted to be a doll-mum (EWWWWW!) or one of Barbie’s freaky friends… she loved stuffies, like me… so may I introduce…or intro-moo-se:
MOO!
Moo was a gift from her granny as my momma had to leave the little village and moved with her pawrents to a town. Far away from horses, dogs, sheeps, pigs and cows… ok, there were cows too in that town, but they wore high heels on her hooves instead muck and they had no milk butt bad words… butt there was Moo and Moo was a part of the country life my mom missed sorely, the life were you can wear wellies and an ole jogging pants, the life were you can play on the street , because cars were still a sensation in that village on the arse end of the world… The life were no one says: Beehive Behave! or Be quiet! and where no one laughs when you wear chicken feathers on your head because your greatest dream is : to be POCAHONTAS.
that’s NOT a cigarette, that’s the stick of a Lollipop…just saying…
Sadly my mommas exterieur was definitely NOT Pocahontas-like , butt anyway, let’s say her tribal name could be:
PAW-COW-HOUND-ASS
Moo and my momma were inseparable and even as my mom was Hutch and her BFF was Starsky, Moo was the pawlice-cow they had instead of a dog.
Moo looks a little miscolored, that’s from all the tears my momma cried in Moo’s fur, because life wasn’t easy for a little rube what was transplanted to a town… WITHOUT a Weimaraner…
Moo is still alive and for this post I met this guy the furst time:
HELL-O MOO!
Nice to MEAT ya!
Well ok, PEACE. No one wants a steak from a 40 years old cow, right?
So no Weimaraner, no cow nor mom was hurt for this post…
I luffs Moo and I can see why your Mom luffed him too! Hiya Moo, very pleased to meet you
Loves and licky kisses
Princess Leah xxx
Oh Easy I think Moo is gorgeous..just like your Pocahantas mum…I too had a tepee..it had cowboys and Indians on it and I loved it..your mum and I would have been a perfect match as I had the same hair style (for lack of better words) as your mum only dark brown….we could have had a ball with those lollypops and stuffies..I would bring the sewing basket turned picnic hamper and we could enjoy the cows..:) loves Fozziemum xxx
Oh that would be great! The hair stly was from hell…. her mom thought she will look like that french singer-dudette Mireille Matthieu… but the result was just a mom with a weird hairstyle :o(
Hhahaaha mine was a trip solo to the hairdresser who my mum had told earlier to cut it short when I came in??? on my own??? at the hairdressers?? if I had been allowed to go solo to the dentist I may never have had a painful filling ever bwhhaaaha ..damn…:)
my mom was allowed to visit the dentist that way… sadly her dad lured in front of the door and caught her as she tried to disappear “untortured”… think pawrents should trust their kids a little more , right?
Right! was your dentist called Dr Payne like ours???? seriously Dr Payne??? yikes!!
it was a woman .. I can’t remember her name, but it was the twin of Cruella de ville :o) Dr. Payne? UHOH! the name of the surgian who did my mommas nose job was Dr. MESSmer…:o)
Oh noooo Easy…Dr MESSmer..either gets your mum in a trance or MEsses it up…I hope not the latter…:( how is mums Hell-bOW ? XX
it’s still devilish… the pt guy was probably the owner of a chamber of torture in a former life :o(
That PT is awful..i did it for my knee when I tore he ligamnets and cartilage…if I had not been left on camp where it happened for a whole night..to get so swollen I had to have my flares cut off the next day as it was revealed in all it’s purple black glory….the PT may have been less painful..the Pt a few years ago when I had the same knee fixed properly..apparently..was just as unpleasant…and today I had an ultrasound on a big ganglion on the underside of my wrist…it has taken over and makes my hand numb..i cannot wave like the queen either….it has to go..means more PT..lets run away bwahaaaahahahaaha 🙂
I bet the pt is an invention of the health insurances, that you rather bear the pain than to visit that guys again :o( such a ganglion is an evil thingy, it’s better to send it away… maybe you will be the next Queen and not to wave at your peeps is a sacrilege and you could end on Elba like that Napoleon guy ( I’m sure he waved at his peeps, he was too just small so they couldn’t see it)
I agree t is a torture..and yes you sure do not want to go back for more..plus usually it makes you feel like and idiot due to the bizarre disco like moves they expect you to do…I agree best the thing be gone…the ultrasound dude gave me great confidence when he stopped and said wait a moment I have to check something….he was gone long enough for hubby and I to have a great indepth convo on the menus for Easter…he came back and said he had to double check something to do with the tendons..what the…and then said he could see where it was heading but the end of the neck was somewhere they could not see without an MRI..and did I have a surgeon lined up….yikes….nose picking with one hand…may need some advice from you 🙂 as you have been one handed…or we could share a pair of gloves haahahah 🙂 and ye poor wee Napoleon…Docs got similar qualities 🙂
that’s SOOOO true… you can’t dig for gold in your nose with just one paw… but the pt guy always works on the “touch your shoulder”move… I agree that’s so much like Night Fever Night Fever…:o)
Bwahaahaahaha yep… think they get their moves from Grease..i had to use encyclopaedias (back then we still had them) and put then in a stocking and put them on my ankle and lift my leg…screaming in pain and crying a river…hardly in lycra either….(
the worst is that we have to be in that torture crib in the middle of the night 7:30 am…and to start a day with torture is so darned awful :o( butt the guy promised that the arm will be fit for the show on may 10th, so I try to be strong :o)
Good for you! 730am is way to early for torture…I have an early start to head to the city tomorrow for the rheumy who will tell me on April Fool’s day that my tests are all fine hahaa..but I get to go to that cake shop again and that is NO torture..unless making a choice is included…a coffee and catch up with my little girl and home again..she heads to India to live with her boyfriend for 8 months soon..i will never sleep again..so I can do your PT…. 🙂
Oh that would be nice… it’s like comedy when you howl like a coyote while James Brown sings I feel good :o( Your girl goes to india? That would bring me sleepless nights too…. I hope she has a great time and there is not one sad or dangerous moment…
I agree I will be singing..all the way to the cake haaahah 🙂 yes hope she is safe too…not much respect for women and I will be having the horrors the whole time..i don’t care if she is nearly 30…she is still sucking her thumb to me 🙂 🙂
I so agree… I sometimes could put on my boxing gloves when I see the news about this and other countries…
Yep…and she tells me this property s too much for us hahahahaha I know what is safer!
and since we are a little over the expiration date for juvenile law it could end as uncomfy as an endless session at the pt :o)
Haahahaahah yep…not a thing this mumma bear can do but wait and hope she is safe…urghhhhh..I am off to beddies sweets..enjoy your day 🙂 and hug a Weim 😉 xx
have wonderful dreams and a really good night :o)
I will sweets 🙂 :)xxx
Sweet post Easy. So pleased that Moo is still around. And Gail says she SO knows what your Mom means about the doll-mums (EWWWWWW!)
Toodle pip!
Bertie.
Phew glad that was not a cigarette. BOL nice to meat you. Have a terrific Tuesday.
Best wishes Molly
Wow…Moo is quite the stuffie. You had someone to laugh and cry with and were never completely alone. You were Pocahontas with a stick stuck in your mouth…didn’t the real Pocahontas have this problem too?
We loved your cow….Easy’s mom.
(((Shoko)))
Awwwwww, Easy, Moo is super cute!!! She must have a very-very high comforting factor!
My boss read the Winnetou-stories with his friends and then they performed them. First, they snatched the little girl who played with them, tied her to a tree and scalped her. Then, they rescued her triumphantly – yes, the same two boys. Recently, the little girls works in the botanical garden. She seems to got stuck to trees…
hahahaha… OMD glad the two boys were there before the little gilr lost her scalp by the two boys :o)
That was very brave of Mom to introduce you to Moo! Glad everyone is still intact.
I love that photo of you and Moo and the teepee tent. Moo is the cutest, I fear his life would be cut short in the hands of Easy though 🙂
I agree it could be MOO-rdered :o) but Moo is back in its box and dreams about the good old times there :o)
I didn’t play with dolls either. Furries were my thang also. I had a little blue dog.
I hope Easy was nice to Mr. Moo. 😃
We would take steak from any aged cow!
tough old cow your mom is 😀 just kidding sorta woofing with her
I thought the same… cows are gregarious animals, right? hahahahaha
MOO IS TOO CUTE AND WELL LOVED TO LOOK SO GOOD OVER THE YEARS.
YOUR MOM MADE AN VERY DARLING Pocahontas. MOM TOLD ME ONE CHRISTMAS SHE REC’D A COWGIRL OUTFIT CHAPS AND ALL AND A BABY DOLL.
MOM WAS PRETTY CONFUSED THEN AND NOW
HUGS MADI YOUR BFFF
My mom loved dolls and stuffies. She also dressed her stuffies in doll clothes and had a mixed family because of it. Many of her stuffies and dolls are in a closet upstairs. We don’t know why, but she likes to keep them there.
crack me up, I’m like your mom is really enjoying that cigarette. lol
hahahaha it was really just a lollypop… her dad took the photo and I’m afraid Pawcowhoundass would end on the stake with a real cigarette :o)
Brother my MOM too grew up on a farm. She did not have cows, the neighbor had LOTS of them. Butt she did have pigs and chickens, ducks and bunnies and lots and lots of dogs. Then when she was just in the sixth grade they moved to the city and life sure did change. MOM did not like it very much. I am glad that you and Mr. Moo Moo are friends. And my MOM guess what, my MOM did not like dolls either, nope not at all. I think we really are family brother.
Blessings,
Goose
of course we are… I guessed it :o) it’s a sign that our mom’s live with a grey ghost, right?
MOO looks like he’s been well loved. We’re glad you and Moo agreed just to be pals instead of having MOO for dinner.
The Florida Furkids
Hi Mr. Moo!
Can’t believe moo escaped unscathed!
a miracle… I’m puzzled too :o) probably I was tired :o)
aaww moo!! It brought out your mom’s inner pochahontas. I love moo and your mom is mootiful! Snorts. Love this posting. It brought water to my mom’s eyes. XOXO – Bacon
it’s a miracle that Moo is still with us… think she knows that my mom still need it when she has a bad day :o)
Oh yes. Moo will always be there in those days. Mom has a raggedy Mickey Mouse that use to tour the world with her. She still has it put up so us anipals can’t play with him. XOXO – Bacon
Very dangerous. Moo in the clutches of a Weimaraner has a life expectancy of a stuffie-about 20 seconds.
We do NOT suggest that you turn this TREASURE into Shredded MOO….
LOVE the pic of your mom with the TEE PEE…. THAT is really Cool.
Easy, I was almost worried that when you met Moo you would de-stuff him and good. I am glad you were nice to him considering he is a fond reminder to your mom of days gone by.
Oz
What wonderful self control you had not deading that moo fellow….A wonderful way to show your Mama how much you care!
Smileys!
Dory, Jakey, Arty & Bilbo
I think Moo is darling… and special. I have my 63 year old teddy… toothpaste smears and all… 😀
Moo is cool! Your Mommy is like my Mommy! She was not into dolls and loved to plays cowboys and indians. Mommy always was a cowboy, even though she does has some indian blood. Butt then she lived in Cow Town (Calgary). Mommy still has the scar on her thumb from the barrel of a kids toy rifle. Thanks for all the good memories yous bringed back.
Kisses
Nellie
Oh your mom fought at the big battle at that bighorn thingy?… wow … that means she is a hero…. give her a kiss on the thumb please… :o)
We think mom is a closet doll fanatic
Lily & Edward
I’m with your mom, Easy. Dolls are gross. I only had one doll growing up, one I brought from Germany and it looked like a real baby. Although I liked that doll, I couldn’t wait to ditch it for real toys: bats, balls, stuffies. Running outside with a silly dolly just slowed you down. 🙂 Love your mom’s Moo, too cute. ❤
We were Moo-ish and Pokeandhauntus, too! Much more fun than that Barbie crowd. Paws up for the free range life!
I’d say skip the milk too Easy!
Hi Moo! This makes our mom wish she still had her favorite stuffie from her long ago child hood — a blue hippopatomus – named Hippy! She slept with him everynight along with a stuffie dog that played music. Mom would wind it up and the music would play while she went to dreamland.
hugs
Mr Bailey, Hazel & Mabel
You say that is a lolly well I DON’T BELIEVE YOU! Yep you just had not inhaled yet. Like you thought I would believe you.
My Lee says she got all the dolls but was not allowed to play with them they had to be kept in their boxes all pretty as you please.
Thanks for being a friend
Sweet William The Scot
We hopes our mom will keep us for that long also!!! You were a good boy not to dyestuff him….cute picture of momma also.
stella rose
I love the photo of your Mom ALLEGEDLY eating a lollipop (tee hee) vs. a cigarette or – gasp – worse! There she is, hugging her cow by her tent……great photo and just look at the cow now with the Weim’s lips wrapped around it giving it a wash! Bet your Mum was watching you VERY CLOSELY so you didn’t do your usual “dismemberment” of the stuffie since it is, after all, an antique!
Hugs, Sammy
to moo is bovine – mom saw that on a poster once 🙂
When I got a doll, I took its head off and pretended I had a shrunken head collection. Seems pretty macabre now but I didn’t like (and still don’t like and anyone who does should see the movie Anabelle). They are up there with clowns. The Litt Palace of Puppy Love inhabitants send you sloppy kisses Easy…we haven’t had a lot of time to devote to our blog friends!
You wouldn’t dare, would you? Love Dolly
Hello Easy Sherri-Ellen here! What a lovely story! Every girl should have her own personal “MOO’ whether a stuffed cow or dog or turtle (my turtle is named SLO).
Love the phot of your Mum when she was a girl…
I spit my water on the laptop when I read your ‘Indian’ name for her…you are so clever….
HAHAHAHAA!!
Love } Sherri-Ellen 🙂
Good thing there were no injuries. We were kinda worried Moo was gonna be toast!
Your Pals,
Murphy & Stanley
That was a very nice story about your Mom as a little girl, Easy. Guess she isn’t like us and didn’t try to destuff Moo:)
Woos – Phantom, Ciara, and Lightning
Don’t tell anyone, but I stole DD’s stuffed frog one time and…well…he didn’t survive my lovies too well. But I was still a puppy so even though DD’s face went into a big OH when she found her unstuffed stuffie toy, she thought I looked so cute with my “I’m sorry” face on that she felt worse for me than she did for her lost froggie. I think it’s really sweet that you’re being so nice to your Mom’s Moo. 🙂
We’re glad you didn’t hurt your mom’s precious Moo.
Millie & Walter
Wow Moo sure has been around for a long time. Glad he survived meeting you Easy. 🙂
Moo is so lovely and so is your Mom. Please ask Dad to put Moo up high and away from you IMMEDIATELY! 😀
That was quite the introduction you made to poor Moo *BOL*.
Wally & Sammy
I thought Moo’s days were numbered for a moment there!
I guessed wrong – I thought it was a sweet cigarette. My bipeds are so old they can remember having those and no one saw any harm in it.
Hari OM
Oh Easy-o that is a lovely story; so glad you and Moo made friends after all. … I am a BIG fan of cows… but don’t yet have a stuffy one in my collection; [note to self – seek out hielan’ coo stuffy NOW…]… Happy Furst Avril… Hugs and wags, YAM-aunty xxx
That’s so great you still have your Moo…my childhood things were purged by my cleaning obsessed mom.
OMC, please no teeth marks on this precious toy. I still have a couple old ones but my favorites were lost in a flood including a kangaroo.
Moo, I’m sure you wouldn’t have fared so well in my household. But since he’s special to Easy’s mom, it’s probably best I don’t meet him.
Hi Y’all!
Oh I love that last pic of you and Moo. Looks like you two have become besties!
Y’all come on by,
Hawk aka BrownDog
Oh Easy dat wuz so nice of you not to eat Moo. Weez know yous mommy be happy ’bout dat. What a cute little story.
Luv ya’
Dezi and Lexi
Easy, i’m so glad you were nice to your moms’s Moo!
Moo looks really good for his age!! I had a favorite stuffed toy too, a dog, but by the time I got to be a teenager Lucy had had several surgeries and was barely held together. She was also no longer pink, but kind of brown.