This little guy took a long time to make it home, but he's perfect. He's about five inches tall, and was fired last week. Later I'll show the very small Christmas tree, which just needs it's lights and the cord installed. I'm still debating about making a large tree. Someone else can pour it for me and that makes the big one possible. I really like the little one because it fits in small spaces. Who knows, maybe I'll give the baby tortoises a Christmas tree, one that they will undoubtedly try to climb.
Soon we are taking Wolfie for his first official car ride. He still doesn't have his very own toys, and he needs a bone to chew in his crate. Last night I gave him one of the really expensive treat like drumsticks-it is made like a bird's leg- and since he'd turned down several times I expected him to do so again. I have to admit that it was pretty "high" smelling.
But, to my alarm, he started to devour it! He put it between his front paws and started chewing on the drumstick end, biting off big chunks! And so, I reached in to take it away and he gave me this HUGE growl and even a little snapping of teeth ensued. I laughed and laughed because that was a trait I'd forgotten since petite old Jazzie let me take anything away from him, i.e. something he wasn't supposed to have. I'm happy not to have bitten, but I guess that's the terrier vs the toy poodle.
So, he will get a regular gnawing bone, and the other ones will be "aired" and then taken along to the bay as a treat for him when we eat our fish and chips. He's not dog aggressive and likes people, thoroughly social little dog. I'm looking forward to taking him to dog beach and dog park. What fun! We have a friend who takes his wife's and his little Shi Tzu rescue doggie to both places. We can all go visit them at home, too.
And we not only have another "lap" dog, we have one that has finally calculated the height of our rather tall bed, and came flying up over the end of it this morning to wake me ALL the way awake. He's much too small to get down safely, so we have to rig up some sort of steps. Maybe the yarn baskets will have to find a new home. I can't imagine where to put those two big hampers. But he can't spend all his time in the crate- his very own gated community. He's going into it right away now after less than a week with us. When we say, "OK it's time for bed". This dog is so darn smart it's scary. Poodles are smarter but not by much, I reckon.
Well, that's enough about the new dog.
Knitting again and out comes the Manly sweater and the the SF Hempathy gloves, little Owlets from Mochi Mochi Land which is
HERE. I love this Knitter's little animals! I am doing Ravelympics this year, and some sort of WIP wrangling, too.
Go Phillies!