Long ago (well, not that long) there was just Buttercup, the grand-basset. Buttercup likes walks, food, belly rubs, and quilts. Okay, she likes laying on soft coverings, and my daughter and son-in-law like protecting at least one end of their sofa. But while Buttercup thinks the burrito is fine for a visit, there’s no telling what she’ll do when a small person moves into her home 24/7.
Right now Buttercup rules that roost, be it on the couch, her parents’ bed, or anywhere else she lands. She’s still the grandest of the grand-bassets, and always will be.
However, and don’t say this too loudly in her hearing, grandkids have usurped her place. Oh, I still scratch her belly and croon sweet greetings when I see her, but little folks of the human nature have slid BC down several rungs. My daughter is still waiting for her bundle of joy; I visited with them yesterday, and I have to say there are few things in this world more beautiful than a very pregnant lady. My daughter pshawed my compliments, but one day when her little girl is due, my not-so-little girl will understand my gushing.
Not sure what Buttercup is going to make of it all though. She’s quite a proprietary creature, her bed, her iPad, her dog door. Once a toddler is trying to escape through that bolt-hole, what will happen?
And in the meantime, there are still projects for this abuela to complete; I’ve sewn up the pixilated heart quilt top, finished last night as the Warriors squeaked past the Rockets, while the Giants slipped by the Dodgers. Today will be one of fashioning a binding and backing for that patchwork heart, the story behind it tumultuous but endearing. And it’s truly up to my impending granddaughter to how much I manage to sew. So many stories associated with various comforters; I was working on one for myself before the burrito arrived, and now he finds that quilt very intriguing. Nothing more rewarding than seeing one’s handiwork capturing the fancy of a grandson.
Well, except for the beauty of my pregnant daughter, and of course, Buttercup. She’s a treasure all her own….