Sorry, mama. No Jesus, but here’s a dog!
Today Slovenia, my country, celebrates its mother’s day. How did that happen? Elsewhere it’s on other days, why today in Slovenia and only there?
I had a look and learned that today is also the Christian holiday Feast of the Annunciation on which Mary was told by archangel Gabriel that she would be the mother of Son of God.
Quite some news, and I’m sure my mother felt a bit like this when TWENTY YEARS AGO (damn!) we found a litter of newborn puppies in the trash bin outside my parents’ house, raised three of them by the bottle, and kept Žak (Slovenian for Jacques) for 13.5 happy years. Here is a more detailed story as posted on my first blog.
And here is a photo look back at Žak, and my family, and Piran where our house has grown in the meantime, almost as surprisingly as that lucky find twenty years ago. Lucky for us as much as for the dogs.
Happy Mother’s Day, mother! I worship you and buy you a drink. In Slovenian we have the same word for both. 😀 (Častiti; only the stress is different.)
Dear mother. No Jesus but first, have a brother and a dog. My uncle and Žak in uncle’s garden in Ljubljana. 
Next, have another daughter and a new house! Žak playing with sister in Piran’s house under construction. 
Who is this stylish lady? 
Here she comes towards our back entrance. 
Hello! As I like to say: how lucky am I to be born near you. ❤ 
The view from the St. George’s church. 
Happy bunch. 
You are a bit concerned, your usual outlook. But you see how well everything has come together! 
Ordering around. 😀 
December 2008. Electric pole and all. 
May 2009. Sadly, this palm tree had to go last year. But another one is growing fast already. 
A jump into now: 2017. Mom’s stone art. 
Back to 2009: Yes, you are growing into an artist! 
Uncle preparing the wall for a mural. (Nahh. I wish!) Note father’s splendid idea for a herb and spice garden! 
Around town with Žak. 
Piran is beautiful. 
Žak then… 
…and a whole other kind of Bestia last July. But then again, not really. We love him just as much.
Manja Mexi Moving (closed) 
I didn’t know this. Happy mother’s day, mom.
I love your family pics.
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Thank you, Bojana. 🙂 You mean you didn’t know how we found the dogs or about mother’s day? You can celebrate it too. This Slovenian is giving you the right. 😉
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About mother’s day.
I’m not in the mood for celebration, but I’m happy you are. You can celebrate for the both of us.
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I’ve just noticed that you locked your blog. Can’t access. I’m sorry for whatever happened.
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You can. You need to ask for permission. It’s private now. Cyber bullying. I’m sorry too (I still can’t recover) but some people should just be locked in cages. For good.
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Ohh, damn! 😮 Ok, I will ask.
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I have fallen in love with Zak! Retrievers are such wonderful dogs. Mothers’ Day seems to be a moveable feast while Fathers’ Day seems to be the same date the world over.
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Thank you, Sheree! 🙂 He was an absolutely wonderful dog, just like one I always wished for as a child and never had. He was not a fan of kids or caresses, whereas our current Bestia loves both.
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Looks and sounds like happiness. Such a sweet post
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Thank you, SMSW. ❤ Making this post brought back great memories. There is my ex there in some of the photos but it's alright.
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We can’t erase our exes, yes it’s alright 😊 (I was wondering who that one guy was)
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Happy Mother’s Day! This is a lovely tribute! I love the bit of humor with no god, but dog! I also love to see the history of Zak. I think that’s a brilliant connection you make between the date falling on the Annunciation Day and finding those puppies! In the bin?? Poor babies! Your pictures are very nice! It was fun watching the house go up! And I like that there are so many with a view through an opening or an alley – those views are cool to me. Thanks, Manja!
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Thank you, Lindsay, for all your meaningful comments and careful viewing. There were ten of them in the big empty container, in a box. There is a link in this post that leads to an old post with more info. This turned our lives around in the best possible way.
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Aah! I can imagine! As you turned their lives around, too! 🙂
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These look like happy memories. But the thought someone would throw a litter of puppies into a bin makes me sick.
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Thanks, Dragon. Somebody made us happy and fulfilled my childhood wish this way. I’d never expect it, not in that neighbourhood. They were brand new, blind for another week. We fed them every three hours, nights too, as NATO planes were above us, crossing Slovenia to go and bomb Serbia. 1999. Quite a memory.
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A symbol of hope in a way.
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Oooh! The vines are so big now! That house is beautiful, and so is Piran, as I’ve confessed to before. What a memory of when you found those pups.
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Correct, Crystal, it’s such a warm memory. The vines are not just any vines but kiwi vines and they bring forth yummm fruit! Paradise! The colour of the house faded to pink from this bright orange but it’s still pretty. Thank you!
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Sweet post. I really love the happiness you capture.
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Thank you, Joey. I’m glad it comes across.
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