No Dogs
Ironically, this is indeed my Dogs on Thursday post. I’ve mentioned to a few of you, and others have read comments from those in the know, so an explanation is in order.
That was taken a few weeks ago, when ALL the dogs decided with the Knight was the place to be. Take a good look, because until the inlaws take vacationyou won’t see it anymore. For reasons known only to himself, Dae - the FIL - announced to the Knight on Monday that our dogs needed to start staying at home. Now, I’d discussed with BOTH of my inlaws that as soon as the weather turned just a bit warmer and we were able to get the pen renovated, they would be staying at home. But no, he couldn’t wait, so sweet Sissy is in her crate, and Mugsy is most likely on the sofa, a few feet away.
Shadow (the sheltie on the right for the newer readers) is perhaps suffering most. He belongs to Pop, Dae’s father and the founder of the family business, so it’s not likely that he’ll be told to stay home. Instead, he looks in every corner for his playmates, and will come rest his head on my knee. We’ll share a sad moment together, and he’ll crawl under my desk for a pout. Wish I could join him.
Never fear; the inlaws will soon take to their RV and head to Georgia for a week, and my babies will return to the office. Pop has been a delightfully wicked ally. He asks Shadow loudly, “Are you lonely?” or “You miss your playmates?” always within his son’s hearing.
For history’s sake, Fred never spent much time at the office. He got sent home too, by the same man, for similarly unknown reasons. Mugsy never came to the office unless he needed to - to go the vet - until Fred died. I thought everyone was enjoying Mugsy and Sissy, and it seems I was mostly correct…
This isn’t what I’d planned for DoT, but I under-estimated how closely you really do follow goes on here, in my little blogging corner of the world. Thank you for that, and for caring. Later today, I’ll post about my fun night last night.
Firstly, thank you for all of the kind words and wishes on our new addition. I just snapped some really cute photos of the “siblings” snuggling on the Knight’s recliner. (No, they’re not posed. Sissy just really is into Mugsy, and he’s tolerating her better than we’d hoped.) I’d tried to get him a large, leather recliner last year for Christmas, and I’m sure by Father’s Day, it will be a necessity. Sissy is much more of a snuggler than Fred was. There will be lots of Sissy posts to come, but this one is about a couple of finished objects you’d not seen.
Well, you’d seen Mugsy’s new coat, but he wasn’t interested in modeling it for you. Friday, it was cold enough he wasn’t even keen about posing outside, so this is as large as we can go without blurring. The shot happened in part of our normal, morning routine at work. Mugsy is the mayor, and he must greet all of the employees as he trots inside. (Hence, the need for a coat. He doesn’t just run from the warm house to the warm vehicle to the warm office. Being popular has its price.) In case you’re wondering, I intentionally altered the design to leave his chest somewhat open. He has a lot of scar tissue in the center of his chest, and I didn’t want the bit of negative ease applying pressure in the wrong place. (Ah, the joys of hand-knit fashions. Too bad I can’t knit a harness.)
Well, since he’s started receiving presents, I guess I’ll blog about it. Sunday is a rather significant day in the life of my Knitter’s Knight. (Shown here at another special party…) It will be his 40th birthday. However, because he’s a squirrel as we call very obsessed volunteer firefighters, he’ll be at the firehouse ALL weekend…
Of course, the post wouldn’t be complete without a bit about the woman behind the contest. (Not me. My grandmother.) My favorite pictures of her are in a scrapbook I need to get scanned, but here’s one that should make you laugh anyway. It’s from my college days, I believe… (No, we’re not surrounded by by fairies… it’s an old photo that was scanned a few years ago!) Always full of love and laughter, my Nannie was. She would delight in the charities named here, because she was a nurse, a wife, a mother, a sister, etc. She also lived on a farm most of her adult life, and loved animals, especially dogs.
Of course, just as the worn wedding band fit my aunt’s finger perfectly, this one slipped onto my ring finger and will stay there indefinitely. (Yep. Class of 1927, she was…) I didn’t inherit my mother’s coulda’ been a hand model hands, but this is important, so ignore my stubby fingers and just look at the ring. It’s well-worn too, and that just makes it feel better. It’s ironic how similar it is to my own class ring from high school, but trust me on that one, because I’m not inclined to go try to find it, and taking more ring photos is out of the question.
That ring will make the next week a little easier, as Nannie’s birthday slips by. I’m so grateful that my aunt is so kind and generous; she knows we need our tangible reminders too, and she’s willing to share. 
