Tuesday, January 18, 2011

That Sausage Dog...

Chewed on the corner of the rag-rug-in-process.   I may have been able to get away with sending it west without a word, but those pesky kitties in Little Loo's house probably would have gone berserk over dog slobber in the house and busted me.  Especially Lyric.  I think he's just berserk most of the time over nothing.  Inject dog spit in his environment, and there would be no living with him.

I wasn't liking the way the rug was developing anyway, since once I got my rag-rug-rhythm, those first few rows were looking pretty lame by comparison and would have required edge binding to hide my stupidity initial lack of ability to perform.

So scrap the rug.  It's taking nearly as long to dismantle it as it took to create it, but when that's accomplished — if not before — I'll be knotting my way to another.  La-la.

O that there were such an heart in them, that they would fear me, and keep all my commandments always, that it might be well with them, and with their children for ever!  Deuteronomy 5:29

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