The amazing Ms. Lacy, muse, mascot and major force behind the Lollypups brand, has decided it's time to hang up her rhinestone collar and spend the rest of her years lolling about in relaxation mode. I can't say that I blame her. All those sweater fittings on hot summer days, on and off again harness inventions, some working some not, events requiring her to prance about in the latest vests and matching leads, occasional red carpet appearances and oh the pupparazzi! She worked hard for the money for sure, always maintaining the aloof and sophisticated demeanor befitting a diva super model of her stature. Patiently allowing sniffing dogs and small children to lavish attention on her.
Now she sleeps well past eleven AM most mornings, saunters around her "spot" in the back yard for her morning constitutional, has her breakfast, and then naps for the rest of the day. Summer is here so she's apt to be found outdoors lying at my feet while I sketch the next new collection, and will make her usual obscene 'rowr rowr' and guttural sounds when I'm spending too much time inside the studio.
The newest dilemma for Ms. Lacy is her incontinence. Those diapers are so humiliating, I know, but necessary for a senior dog such as she. And talk about expensive!! She most certainly would benefit from a classy diaper cover for which I have, happily, almost perfected the pattern. She doesn't object if I try it on her now and again since in the end, it will eliminate the embarrassment of her "eliminating" on the carpets. Poor old gal. Inspiration came from the old fashioned "rubber pants" back in the days before Pampers. I used to put them on my baby brother over his cloth diaper, and remember how the elastic around the legs used to chafe his fat little thighs. So for sure I won't be doing that, however the material used was waterproof so with all the fabric selections at hand nowadays, there are plenty of chic options. Besides that, there's a growing trend toward cloth diapering for babies and I've been studying the options my daughter buys for 8 month old Dylan. For now, Lacy wears my first trial, which does the job but I still need to perfect the fit.
It's at a point in our lives where, although she has always been the ruler of the roost, I feel even more strongly that she have everything and anything she wants. She's earned it. Yes I feed her from the table, yes she sits on my lap while I work at the computer, yes I take her out every 15 minutes if she wants me to, and yes, she still comes up on the bed with me until JL comes in. I cook her chicken and rice with veggies thrown in, give her glucosamine and condroitin supplements and she still gets a soft, chewy treat whenever she pees outside. She doesn’t get scolded for peeing in the house. Why bother? She doesn’t know she’s doing it so she won’t connect what the scolding is about and frankly, I can't bring myself to do it anyway. I don’t want any negativity for her at this stage of her life.
Good dog, Lacy. I love you.
Sunday, July 28, 2013
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