9 years ago today, one of my favorite things was born. MOP! She was born Maddie May, and was bought by an older lady. Apparently the lady wasn't ready for as dog, and she mistreated, abused, and neglected her. There was a kind lady that lived beside the older lady, and saw how little Mop was being mistreated. She went to the ladie's front door and asked if she could buy "Maddie" from her. The older lady agreed and got "Maddie" that minute! I happened to see this dog at a gas station back in Maryville, and told the lady how cute she was. The lady told me the puppies story, and I knew I had to have her. The lady was willing to sale her to me on the spot, and I was so excited!! One problem, I was still living at home with my parents. I didnt even ask them!! So I just took her home. I walked through the door, and sat Mop down and she ran over to my dad (the one I knew I was going to have to convience I really NEEDED her) and sat under his feet. He looked down and said "oh no, its one of those damn mop dogs"! she sat there, wagging her tail, and I knew dad was hooked...he reached over and patted her head and said "i think I can hang out with you." Thats when she became Mop.
After my dad got really sick and had to go on disability from work, he was at home with Mop alone all day. They bonded and took naps together. She would sleep with her head on top of my dad's shoe like it was a pillow. He introduced her to apples, and to this day she can hear you cutting one, and completely flipps out, and you HAVE to give her a piece.
I can remember once, when my dad was talking with my mom about something, he was "telling" Mop, "you are the only one who understands me Mop. Nobody else does" He had the same sense of humor I did.
Not long after my dad passed away, my mom and I would catch Mop going to my dads bedroom and barking, looking for him. Still sometimes when we go to my moms in Tennessee, she still barks at where he used to sleep, trying to "get his attention"
I think half of my bond with Mop is the fact that my dad loved her so much and she loved him that much or more in return. I am glad she decided to divorce her husband Swiffer and move to Alabama with me! Mop, we love you very much and hope you have a WONDERFUL 9th birthday!
Mop's birthday pic 2011
Mop 2009
Mop 2010
Mop with her OWN suitcase
Mop @ Christmas as an "Elf" and "Santa"
Mop with Greg, Jan 2011
Mop & her "bestie" Carlos