I slip-slided my way to the city Saturday morning so that the Drama Queen (aka Peanut Butter) could get his talons clipped. Then I turned my back on my to-do list and got a pedicure of my own. While it's not feasible for me to get my toenails all gussied up with some radical color, given the 20 degree weather with deep snow, plus I do not have the patience to sit and wait - I do get a thin layer of glitter applied. Just because it makes me happy when I look down at my feet.
On Sunday, I schlepped the baby hippo up to a DIY dog wash about 40 minutes away. Luckily, I met up with one of the dog rescue staff and we gave Lulu a good washing with her specially medicated shampoo. I then hefted her back into the car and brought her home. Poor dolly was so happy that she wasn't being left, shunted, discarded, moved on, that she glued herself like a burr to my legs, which made getting anything done almost impossible. Once she was sure that I wasn't going to abandon her, she lumbered to her bed, flopped down and snored loudly for hours. Honestly, if it wasn't for the fact that I don't think she would be great with cats, I would consider making her my own. But my allegiance is to Slimmie, and that is that. In the meantime, all contact is carefully monitored. I am glad that Slimmie (so inaptly named) cannot climb the barricade, nor does he want to. This morning, I left Lu in her revamped space and not in her crate (I've run out of crate pads - she chews things up if she's anxious) and closed Slimmie in his room. Once Lu's follow-up vet appointment is over (next Sunday), she will officially be on the adoptable list. Someone is going to get a gem of a dog. This morning, as I lovingly massaged her wrinkly face, she looked up and very gently gave me a kiss. Gah. She is so soft and fluffy...
And, surprise!, more knitting has been done. At least I am branching out.
|I LOVE this pom pom!|
|I can't even...|
I am not ashamed to say that I burst into tears. I am not naming the sender, but I am so grateful and overwhelmed, that I am virtually speechless. And that is saying something. I'm going to knit a sweater! And I'm going to follow a gauge! That just shows you how special it is. I never gauge - once a wild child, always a wild child. However, this is very special yarn (as in some that I have always longed for but never could justify the expense) and I want it to be as perfect as possible. I can't wait!
A little aside. Why is it that no one - not even the publisher/editor of a local small newspaper - ever bothers to proofread what they write? I know I grew up when schools were much less driven by technology and more by the book, so to speak, but really? The irony was not lost on me. I have half a mind to get out the red pen and go through the entire paper.
|I rest my case.|