Wee Tiny Sock and wee tiny dogs
Look what I got in the post yesterday afternoon:
My Wee Tiny Sock, sent by blogless (as far as I know) Lynne from Ohio. Isn't it cute? And I love the chihuahua on the card! It's pretty and the colours are lovely and she knitted the sock with a great deal of care. Thank you Lynne!
And talking of wee tiny things, here's another one:
I am a 2-week old brindle miniature dachshund. Despite my tine size (I fit in a human hand), I am already able to bark indignantly to be returned to my rightful place, with my 3 sisters:
On Monday, I totally conquered my parents-to-be, and especially, my adoptive father's, who had only agreed reluctantly to add another pet to the household. I will stay with my real mother until mid-May, and then I shall move in with three humans, two Siamese cats, and a 4 1/2 year old sister of my own kind. Fully grown, I will become a huge 8 pound dog. So my adoptive father has found a very fitting name for the mass of muscle I will become: my name is Goliath.
What does Moka think of it?
She's cool with it, as long as somebody rubs her tummy.
Finally, have you seen the Ravelry group started by Fricknits? It's Ravelraiser -- your donations to Ravelry not only help a Website that all knitters love and spend way too many hours surfing, but every $10 donation enters your name in a draw with an ever-increasing list of prizes!
So if you enjoy Ravelry, why not consider giving a bit back?
No, no knitting today. I spent a good part of the day yesterday going to the dachshund breeder where we got Moka several years ago and selecting a companion for her. I wanted to get a pup now, when we have many months of warm weather ahead. House-breaking a dachshund is a challenge and I shall never repeat having to convince a two-month old pup to pee outside at midnight when it's minus 10. We got Moka in December 2003; she must have used all the carpets in the house at one point or another and when she finally got the message that dogs leave their crap and pee outside (that took its sweet old time -- yes, many, many months), we had all the rugs cleaned. The silk rug got it, the Chinese rug, the Persian rugs. My husband doesn't know half of the times she relieved herself on the best rug in the house (I became very good at hiding the evidence and a super-fast cleaner-upper), but he did know the time he walked in dog poo left in the entrance hallway and dragged it over part of the house before realizing the rather obnoxious smell was coming from his slippers. I never heard the end of that one. Now, he is so attached to this dog he never wanted in the first place (it took me five years to convince him) that he finally agreed to get a second one. Moka loves the company of other dachshunds and I think she will be very happy to have one who lives at home with her.
