Saturday, December 12, 2009

Bad Dog

Those handknit socks my sister was wearing in her hospital bed have an interesting history. Apparently, her Bichon, Lily, took an instant dislike to them. The enemy socks had to be destroyed by any means including trying to rip them off my sister's feet. No matter where she hid them the dog found them and gave them an angry gnawing. After a good washing, my sister reports that the offending smell, was removed. I did not block them before gifting and I reckon the visiting household of cats that like to sit on everything wooly may have been the problem. I should knit that dog a sweater now just to get even.

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