Horton Hears a Who, right?
We ARE here, I swear. Thank you for all of the kind emails wondering if we’re okay – and we are. It is my busy season right now (temps dropped a little, and everyone wants to knit), plus the fact that I’m using every spare moment I have to knit Christmas gifts for my family in Alaska.
Here’s a little catch-up:
|Let’s start with Tippy, my new rescue dog. (He’s the “top dog” in this photo.)
Before I tell you how bad he is, let me say first that he’s sweet and loving and eager to learn.
Now for the dirt.
|Tippy chews handknits.|
|Tippy destroys makeup brushes and shreds toilet paper.
He also tries to eat every piece of trash off the ground on walks, and (like Abe) he drags rugs and towels and tv remotes into the backyard.
|Small things, really, when I consider how well he gets along with the other dogs.
We’ve had a setback on his heartworm treatment, but nothing to worry about. His body is just taking longer to rid himself of the dead worms than expected. He should be perfectly healthy soon.
|Oh – I’ve been doing so much knitting, but I can’t show you much of it until after Christmas.
But here’s a little ditty I knit for myself – 28thirty from Zephyr Style.
|Something else that’s keeping me busy…I only have 12 days left in my year-long self-portrait photo project.
I’m trying to think of an appropriate finale for the last photo. Hmmm.
|Basenji torture = Ike as Santa.
I couldn’t get a decent photo while he was plotting my murder.
Last up – a little movie. This was supposed to be a video of Tippy purring (he sounds like a LION), but all you can hear is Ike’s high-pitched purr. Oh, and some post-breakfast yawning and smacking.