No tags, no microchip. Very sad.

Rest assured, whether we find his family or not, we’re taking good care of him through Basenji Rescue.

I’m covering all of the bases – fluids, rest, vitamins, homeopathic remedies, medicines, and voodoo.

So far I’ve managed to keep most of the symptoms down.

Damn you, common cold!

Next step, weave in a frighting number of ends.

I wish I could get the colors to photograph better…

Shouldn’t Kate Gilbert (the designer) give me some kind of award or something?

For devotion?

The main color looks black here, but it is actually chocolate brown. I like the way the brown looks with the pastels.

Because cashmere makes so much sense for a baby, right? (ha)

There are a million soft places for him to relax, and he chose slate.

I don’t really understand him, but it isn’t like he’s laying on a pile of automotive parts or something.

The black one is chillin’ in the other room.

I’ve made one for myself, my mom, one of my sisters, my MIL, my SIL, my friend Michele, my piano teacher, and one was frogged because I used the wrong yarn.

Number Nine is actually a replacement Clap for the one my sister has practically worn into the ground. Yes, Phyllis…I’m replacing your ratty Clap.

Here I am, wearing mine in Paris.

If you haven’t already made one, the pattern is really clear to follow. Here’s a quick rundown, anyway. I’m a little more than half-way finished here.

You start with just two stitches at one of the corners…

It’s still a fun knit – even though I can do it in my sleep by now.

Dontcha want to make (another) one?

Next…!

Chris had his own tropical storm last year, but as usual, I don’t get anything named after me. Oh, well.

But if your name is Humberto or Olga, you’re going to get your own tropical storm this year! Maybe even a hurricane! Some of the more popular names on the menu are Melissa, Tanya, Karen, and Wendy.

Here’s the complete list for 2007.

Next…!

This sweater is okay, but I do have a few problems with the whole thing:

1. The sleeves are really too long.
2. I would have preferred to see a tshirt under the sweater.
3. This baby is pooping her pants.

Next…!

The problem: Abe runs to another room as soon as he hears the motor. Sigh. Not really what I was hoping for. At least the other dogs like it.

Have a great weekend!

Since you were the first grandchild, Grandma Renee came down to Florida and was there on the day you got out of the hospital. (You were under 5 lbs. so you had to stay in the hospital until you gained enough to weigh 5lbs.) They weighed you with a full diaper, you weighed exactly 5 lbs, so we got to take you home. Your grandma stayed in Florida a couple of weeks, then went home and not too long after that, we got the afghan. I think she picked a tough pattern because you were the first and it had to be special.

What’s more, my name is Staci Renee, so I am my grandma’s namesake.

I thought it would be nice for the third-geration Renee to have a blanket matching the one made by the first-generation Renee for the second-generation Renee. Are you following?

Not surprisingly, I’ve named this the Renee Blanket.

I might have figured it out more quickly without the wine.

I considered not adding the fringe, but then changed my mind. I remembered something important…I learned to braid on this fringe!

Molly Renee’s blanket is made from Dale of Norway Baby Ull, 100% superwash wool. Both blankets are 30×42″, and used about 400 grams of yarn.

This pattern will be available soon, but not on verypink. I have promised a very similar pattern (in shawl form) to someone for her upcoming book. Once her book is out in a few months, I can offer pattern modifications to make the shawl into a baby blanket. Soon!

First off, I received my haircut. I recognized that that living in the south to regard and trying, south, had a negative effect on my likeness. I appear to be really seriously here, but I am happy.

Perhaps it was not really very long first of all, but it is had the longest that I it because I was a little girl.

Ahh, I said “since I was a little girl”. Here I am before the haircut a few days ago.

Next…!

Yikes. Time to use a bräunendes skin water.

Next…!

Next…!

That last sentence should have said “Have fun and be safe!”, and a German beer would have been more appropriate.

The lesson here is: You Must Surrender Whatever You Have to Mama, No Matter How Delicious It Is.

So when he growled, I immediately reached down to snatch the bone without showing a moment’s weakness. And he bit me. He was already sort of laying down, so I rolled him on his side to show that I wasn’t afraid.

I have four fang holes in my hand, but he understands now!

It’s pretty amazing that he’s come this far. Just about seven months ago he was a backyard dog with no indoor manners. He’s a really good boy now.

Truly…I’m not angry with him for the bite. I’m proud of him for learning so quickly and trying so hard to be a nice and respectful doggie.

My hand is a little tender when I knit or type, but I’ll be fine.

I believe I’ve invented a taste treat that will take over the world. It’s peanut butter AND jelly. Okay, I didn’t invent it, but I feel like I did. How could such a delicacy exist in this world without me?

I’m really too excited about it. In fact, I’m this excited.

I’ve mentioned before that verypink is about to go through some big changes (with the design, not the content). We’re working on finalizing the look, but the new logo is complete.

I totally freakin’ heart this new logo.

I finally pulled out the measuring tape. Standard male Basenji = 17″ at the shoulders. Lou = 13″.

People always say, “Cute puppy! How old is he?” Well, he’s three-and-a-half. Long past puppyhood.

Gotta envy him for maintaining a youthful appearance!