Four years ago today, at Willowswamp Farm, this little creature was born to the puppy parents Headley and Angus. After spending some time with his two brothers, he came home to live with me, the lonely old Spinster in Mishawaka, Indiana.
Stewey weighed 2#3oz on the night that I brought him home and I gingerly cuddled him to me until Aunt Chrissy told me that it was time for bed. I just couldn't imagine putting him down for one single second, so I placed his little playpen next to my bed and watched him sleep all night long.
I dutifully photographed his every move and growth milestone and even took a class on scrapbooking so that I would have a suitable memory book for him when he grew up and decided to get a place of his own.
This damn dog has meant more to me than anything I ever could have imagined. He's peed on everything I own, has provided me with countless hours of giggles and playtime, and has loved me unconditionally from the moment we met. He is, in short, the best thing that ever came into my life.
So today I will take him to PetSmart and Canine Crazy and we will pick out some new toys and a few treats to eat. We'll browse the clothes to see if there's something wonderful to add to his wardrobe, and we'll come home for a rousing game of Doozie Ball on the back patio.
Thank you, my stitchy friends, for allowing me the luxury of blathering on and on about this little guy. He's my baby and I love him dearly, and I'm thrilled that the world is getting to know him.
Happy Birthday, Stewey from Mommie Dearest!