Do you see what's in her paws? A big rawhide bone...that belongs to Toby, our big and old Shepherd Mix. BUT, at least it's a "legal" toy. She can chew to her heart's content.
However, her VERY favorite "toys" are NOT of the canine variety...she pursues the following with vim and vigor:
bamboo, birch, rosewood dpns (aka "toothpicks" to her)
stitch markers that fall to the ground (who can reach it first, me or her?)
YARN!!! Skeins that are anywhere in her reach,
or that she can grab off a table/shelf on her hind legs
Current WIP's as I'm knitting them.
n. pl. nem·e·ses (-sēz')
- A source of harm or ruin: Uncritical trust is my nemesis.
- Retributive justice in its execution or outcome: To follow the proposed course of action is to invite nemesis.
- An opponent that cannot be beaten or overcome.
- One that inflicts retribution or vengeance.
- Nemesis Greek Mythology The goddess of retributive justice or vengeance.
Consider the following:
Last night, as kiddos were busy, hubby watching Fox News, and pups resting, I spruced up the knitting room (aka college son's room while he's home), and was quite pleased. Shelves are stacked with my knitting supplies, needles are organized, books are all there for titles to be seen, rocking chair and lighting are adequate, favorite quilts and throws are available foruse, furniture happens to be dusted and clean, and no odor of a college boy in the room (clothes, etc. ) ...
What a great spot for knitting. Oh, and the CD player is right there, to listen to my audio books. This room happens to be right off the kitchen, so I'm still aware of what's going on in the house and I'm accessible to my family. I have a huge flexible craft cutting mat that I happen to use as a "gate" for the door, as Annie is afraid of it.
OK, I settle down, knowing that family is fine, and I have cup of hot tea next to me. I'm comfortable, and then...the whining begins. Yup, it's Annie. She sensed from somewhere in the house, that I was sitting comfortably and knitting, but without her.
I did something odd. Knowing that she can't "get" anything, I let her into the room. My knitting room. She was helpful, as she quickly located 2 dirty socks, an index card which she quickly shredded, and found nothing else. I even had some of her favorite toys in the room . NO MATTER WHAT, I was going to knit!
She settles down on the floor, content and tired. I pick up my needles. Within 5 minutes, she is on my lap and settling in. I rearrange the knitting (Cabled Scarf) and pat her gently, whispering sweet words of love. I look down in five minutes, and she's gently chewing on the skein of Cascade Bollicine Vitor, that I'm currently knitting with. Nice Puppy. :) Replay scene a few more times...
And that was my Friday Night Knitting.