That’s what you are. You’re not just blog readers, but you’re dog savers.
You see, when I saw that last night, dangling from Gretchen’s mouth, with the scarf on the other end (remarkably unharmed, I might add), once I snatched it away and restrained myself from beating her with the rosewood stick, I realized that y’all would commiserate. Some of you (Anita?) will think it’s funny that my dogs are so brazenly destructive, but most of you (Kathy?) have been there and seen worse, and you’ll know that you love the little beasties even as they eat your favorite needles.
Lest you think Gretchen acted alone, this is the other needle. Sissy so innocently strolled up to me with it dangling from her lips like a candy cigarette. At least that one is still very functional, and upon further examination this morning, I think the Knight and some super-fine sandpaper can fix the other one. The needle will be shorter than its mate, but ten years from now when my girls are slowing down and haven’t harmed anything but their own toys in YEARS, it will make me smile, right?
Oh! And Happy Thanksgiving. We’re watching the Macy’s Parade, when Gretchen isn’t exploiting her new skill – asking out. She spins like a top at the front door, with Sissy racing to her side and making noise to assure that I realize Gretchen wants out. That’s cute, but both dogs have figured out that I’ll drop EVERYTHING when Gretch asks out, so we go out every few minutes, just because “we” can.
And happy Dogs on Thursday
. My girls believe every Thursday should be celebrated with their humans at home, catering to their every whim. If you’re just stopping in for the DoT post, scroll down for another doggy post just below, and this one might make more sense.
Visions of chewy knitting needles danced in their heads...
They are good when they’re asleep, although I’ve come to suspect they merely rest to dream up the next adventure.
In the itchy, scratchy, rashy Gretchen saga, I did find both Zyrtec and Claratin in a children’s liquid, which means I can manage the tiny dose for a wee puppy. I bought the Zyrtec, because like a good commercial-watcher, I recalled that it works on indoor AND outdoor allergies. Since we don’t know what sets Gretchen off, that’s a good plan, right? However, Zyrtec makes me feel so funky I’d rather suffer, so I’m hoping that it won’t have a similar impact on Gretchen. How on earth would she tell me that the medicine makes her feel weird?
Tomorrow, I’ll share a decluttering report. I had a great evening last night, and will likely continue today.
I hope your Thanksgiving is just the sort of day you enjoy most. For me, just chilling at home and skipping turkey, having an extra day with my sweet, bad girls, and having the Knight to myself for 24 hours is a great way to celebrate!