What got me started, you ask?
Well...it occured to me that in addition to my usual chores around here, I have a new title. It's been quite some time since I've had a business card, but I'm really thinking of hitting the internets today to order a box or two:
Spinster Stitcher
Resident nutjob, coffee slurper, and potty valet extroidaniere.
Potty valet?
Yep. I now have a new job around here that involves scooping Stewey up into my arms and gently carrying him to a designated area on which he makes his deposits.
He does pretty well hobbling about, but the other day he missed the step coming in the back door and smacked his little face on the cement so hard that my teeth rattled and I bawled for two hours. He was fine, but I decided that steps were no longer on his color wheel. So now, whenever he needs to do his thing, I give him a ride. To preserve his significant dignity, I told him that we would now refer to me as his Potty Valet and that he should feel quite special that he gets to go to and fro without having to muddy his little feet.
He seems OK with the arrangement, but insists on waking me from a dead sleep just to see if I really am at his very beck and call.
Progress continues on Vaceila:
Hope your Tuesday is off to a roaring start!
Emma did the same thing, but she jumped off the bed and slipped on the landing, knocking her bottom jaw on the floor with a huge crack. I thought she broke something, but she just moved her mouth around a bit and then was ready to go!
ReplyDeleteI really love that burnt orange colour :)
You are so funny. I did potty valet for one of my senior whippets and it seemed like an endless parade in and out! Love the Jim Shore. It is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteStewey seems to take everything in stride.
ReplyDeleteWhat has happened to Bosco?
Sara, Coni told us in a recent post that Bosco is fine and just has been camera-shy lately.
DeleteThanks, I must have missed that.
DeleteMy Lola has joint issues so sometimes she needs assistance with the steps. But I'm not letting her call me the Potty Valet - because she will insist that I wear the tail coat and spats. You sitching piece is wonderful. With the light you can see the folds in the gown.
ReplyDeleteOne of those huggy carriers to snuggle Stewey on your potty forays should leave you hands free for safety. Kisses to Stewey & hugs to you valiant lady.
ReplyDeleteLove that OPI shade...you put it on my list. Vaceila is
beyond beautiful and elegant.
You're good people, Coni. <3
ReplyDeleteLovely color for the nail polish! You are moving along with Vaceila, Coni. She is stunning.
ReplyDeleteOPI should give you some free polish... I had to order this color pronto! Sending prayers and positive thoughts for you and Stewey and the hope that the potty valet duties don't occur too frequently in those wee hours of the morning.
ReplyDeletepotty valet....best Stewy mom ever. BTDT, I feel for you.
ReplyDeleteWe couldn't carry our Lab so I made an 8" wide long padded band with flannel outside, loop at the end for us to grab. We slipped it under her lower belly and lifted her back end up steps and gave her support when we walked her. I'm sure Stewey appreciates your help. Your stitching progress is amazing.
ReplyDeletePotty steward! Love it. Bless Stewey's pea-picken heart and yours too, for being such a good momma! Your stitching is looking spectacular and I love your nail color, too.
ReplyDeleteIt going to be a long cold winter with the 3:00 a.m. potty call. Is there a place where you could pads down for evening time? Poor Stewey, it's terrible when they are sick.
ReplyDeleteYour three o'clock potty patrol brings back feline memories - I've always (when possible) had both dogs and cats, and once when I was down to one cat, she got her back leg broken by a passing car. I was in my last year at high school. The vet set her leg beautifully and she coped very well, even leaping alarmingly on to window-sills for bird-watching purposes, but digging holes for sanitary purposes wasn't possible, even though we had light, sandy soil. Enter me, stage right, with a garden trowel. Cat chose the spot, and I excavated a tiny cylindrical hole. In due course, I filled the hole and we went back indoors. All well and good, until the winter rains began. Then it was: enter me, stage right, trowel in one hand and umbrella in the other. I then proceeded to hold the umbrella over the squatting cat, to the vast amazement of the neighbours (their curtains twitched frenetically), getting thoroughly soaked myself before escorting a smug, dry animal indoors again, ready for her next trip.
ReplyDeleteBut your winters are many times worse than ours - I do hope there's a sheltered spot for you both! And if you struggle to get back to sleep, tapestry wool on good old 10-count is easy on the eyes in the midnight hour.
Oh, my Deborah, I am lol at that mental picture!! What we won't do for our fur babies!!
DeleteDebbie in Kansas
I had to not only carry my Winnie across the street, but also hold him up by the tail so he could "do his business" without falling over! I did that for about a year before things got so bad I realized life was too painful.
ReplyDeleteDear sweet Stewey....I must say that Vaceila is looking lovely and great polish....very festive
ReplyDeletePoor Stewey! He sure is one lucky pup to have you for a mother <3 And I am really loving that nail polish!! Looks great :) Oh and Vaceila is coming along so nice!
ReplyDeleteGreat progress! Poor Stewey, DH and I were potty valets to our Fred as well.
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