Growing up, I would cringe when I heard the words, “you take after your father”. Or better yet, “you look just like your mom“. At fifteen, I did not want to be compared to either parent. I only saw dad as hosting a big nose and a larger belly. And mother, well, suffice to say, I did not want to grow up to be like my mother. Only now do I understand those words were sweet compliments full of promise of what was to come. Their moral fiber was imprinted on me in my early years, their love and emotional support has stayed with me even with their passing years ago. Now, at full maturity and with a clear mirror, I see a bit of both my parents in me, from sharing my father’s gift of gab to sharing my mother’s propensity to uphold her Scandinavian heritage – being a stubborn Swede on occasion. I’ve borrowed my father’s coloring, with fair-hair and blue eyes, and copied my mom’s easy-going manner. I find myself mimicking their mannerisms, their habits and their likes and dislikes. And, buying only French’s mustard and Best Food’s mayo and using only real butter, cuz that’s what mother did. Like mother, like daughter.
With dogs, all traits and characteristics are individual. They might share looks, the same blaze on the forehead, the same white-capped paws, but all similarities end there. Their personalities are all their own. I once had a dog trainer tell me, “Dogs do not learn from other dogs, they learn from repetitive learning and rewards”. I used to believe that, now I’m not so sure……
When Tiamo was just a puppy, she would prance a little jig as we walked her. A special spring in her gait, unique to just her. I’d never seen another dog with the same perky step. Until just the other day – I noticed Dolce dancing a little jig, as we walked the loop, so like Tiamo. Tiamo had a habit of holding her head up, tucking her muzzle in, and looking up at you with a shy, Princess Di glaze. She was so graceful, like royalty. Recently, I saw Amore lift her head and tuck in her muzzle, as she peered up at me. In that instant, she looked so much like Tiamo. Tiamo had a special spot under the table, where she would lay as we ate dinner, her front paws draped over my toes, just to let me know she was there. Now Amore lays there, in the exact spot as Tiamo, her right paw touching my left foot, so like Tiamo.
Is it genetics? Is it environment? Or is it just being a dog? Malcolm and I find ourselves saying, “Dolce acts just like Tiamo” or “She is so like her mother”, something every teenager hates to hear. Amore has always “looked” more like Tiamo – Dolce has always behaved more like Tiamo. Both have taken on traits only Tiamo possessed.
MEATLOAF AND LOAF
All moms have a special recipe that spells out M-O-M. My mother’s was meatloaf. I make it just like hers.
Mama knows best!!
- 1 sourdough bread loaf (un-sliced) – hollowed out, saving the bread filling
- 1 – 3 oz. can sliced mushrooms and liquids
- 1 egg, slightly beaten
- 1 1/2 tsp. Worcestershire sauce
- 1 tsp. salt
- 1 tsp. pepper
- 1 tsp. dry mustard
- 1 1/2 cup soft bread crumbs from sourdough bread loaf
- 1 1/2 lbs. ground beef
- 1 onion, diced
- 1/2 cup milk
- Tabasco sauce, to taste
In a large mixing bowl, combine liquids, egg, Worcestershire sauce, salt and pepper and bread crumbs. Let stand for 5 minutes. Stir in ground beef, mushrooms, and onions. Fill the sourdough bread loaf with the meatloaf mixture. Bake in a preheated 350 F degree oven for one hour.