Lizzie’s Love Letter

a re-homing letter from one who could not speak for herself . . .

To My New Family ~

I came into this world from a litter of 9. Summer is my canine Mom and Bono, my Dad. (The formal papers are attached). We were born in Cindy’s house. Ribbons of different colors were placed on my sibs and me, so we could be identified by name. Maybe, also to tell us apart as I do remember my sisters looking a lot like me. Summer was very patient with the 9 of us feeding from her and we thought nothing of kicking, pushing, and pulling each other before, during, and after Mom’s meals. When the door bell rang, Summer would jump up to gleefully answer the call sending us reeling into the air.

At about 8 – 12 weeks, cannot quite remember, I noticed people coming to visit. And, it seemed like when they left there was 1 less of us pups. It was at this time a couple came saying they wanted to adopt a yellow female. Cindy gathered my yellow sisters and me and we romped about to impress hoping to be the pick. I heard the visiting woman say she wanted a pup who might appreciate all kinds of tactile attention (otherwise known as loving) and Cindy pointed to me!

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Mitts Update

“Mikey Likes it!” You may remember a slogan from a commercial some years back where kids push off the then-new cereal, Life to Mikey, who was too young to realize the product was being touted as healthy.   Ends up that Mikey’s happy so the older boys accept that the cereal might have good flavor as well as nutritional value.  As the boys were in anticipation of reaction, I was in anticipation of feedback whether my daughter liked her hand knitted Hedgehog Mitts.  And, I indeed heard word that ‘Mikey likes them!’  I believe the exact words were, “They are perfect!”  (Keep in mind we are serious animal lovers, here.)  And, in fact, she is seizing the opportunity with her now retired Mother requesting that every gift from this point on (from me) be hand-knitted.  Smart girl.  And, by the looks of things she is not the only one finding some bit of humor and joy in them.

ok, now I am getting silly . . .

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Dog’s Day During Allergy Season

snore snore snore

lick lick lick lick
scratch, sniff, sneeze, slurp slurp slurp

pant pant pant
pant pant

clammer, clink, clunk, clammer, clink, clunk

pound pound pound

lick lick lick lick
scratch, sniff, sneeze, slurp slurp slurp

crunch crunch crunch crunch crunch
lap lap lap lap lap

jump run jump run

run

run

run

pee

lick lick lick lick
scratch, sniff, sneeze, slurp slurp slurp

run

run

run

lick lick lick lick
scratch, sniff, sneeze, slurp slurp slurp

jump
sleepy
sleepy
sneeze

snore snore snore . . .

Puppy Trainers’ Tools for Knitters

Knitting tools, you ask?  Let’s take each item.  The ceramic bowl in the background is filled with dog treats.  How else does one make one’s pet happy when one wants a bit of knitting time away from the throngs of  pet-dom? (at least, for a little while)   The beautiful biking gloves in the forefront were a recent gift from my hubby as I had been complaining of aches and pains of handling the above-mentioned Ball of Energy.  Walks are now a piece of cake (with the leash no longer rubbing and causing blisters) and are allowing my fingers to stay nimble for stitch work.  Lubriderm has been a staple in our arsenal of beauty supplies for years and years.  (My hands have become brutalized from maintenance of said beastie).  With regular use, I can continue to appreciate the multitude of fibers that weave their way through my fingers.  And the Paddy, you ask?  Does that really need explaining?