I've given Bernie that last two nights off. I put her foot up and turned off her lights so she can recoup and be ready for a very busy February. As for me, I told myself that I wasn't going to bite my nails for 3 days. In March Erin and I are doing the McCall's University Video and I highly doubt anyone wants to look at these numbs. I FAILED MISERABLY! I started watching the TV show American Horror Story while binding Bo's quilt. Holy Snikeys... dumbest idea EVER. Not only that, but I watched it while I was alone and more than 1 episode, 5 episodes! Oddly enough, I slept really well.
Anyways, here's how we roll.
Do you see the look of annoyance on Anaheim's face. snosno is always pestering him. He tolerates it and deep down inside I think he likes the attention. Anaheim protects snosno like no other. A few months back snosno had a rough month. She was bitten by another dog at the office and got a black eye, then 3 days after that a raven came down and try to grab her, leaving a rather large wound on the top of her head. Oh, it didn't stop there. Ryan and I took her and the rest of the pack to the dog park on a sunny Saturday afternoon. As soon as we past the gate a german shepard put her in his mouth. Anaheim went ape shit and the dog fight began. snosno screaming bloody murder, Anaheim on the attack, Lilli barking her deep coon bark that most likely was heard a mile a way, while Louie ran for the hills, literally. Ryan swoops in and grabs snosno and almost throws her at me so he can go in and break apart the dog fight. At this point, EVERYONE is staring and I've got my little white dog in my arms with a black eye a huge wound on her forehead and now God knows what else. I go in and grab Lilli, who is STILL barking all the while holding a bleeding white dog and where the hell did Louie go? I separate myself, Lilli and snosno enough to put her down on the ground so I can see if there is any real damage. She plops right on her belly and is so scared she pees right there in the middle of the sidewalk. The pack finally gets all to the same spot and Ryan looks and me and says, "Now, wasn't that just the biggest shit show?" All was well with snosno, just another flesh wound and the journey at the dog park continued with no additional drama.
My dogs love quilts and the quilt that they love the most is usually the one I'm working on. Lilli is pouting because I'm not letting her get underneath it. "Fine Mom, I'll just stick my nose in my ass, see if I care."
Bo's quilt will be done tonight and if I can find more gray fabric I'll continue on Rochelle's quilt, if I can't I'll have to start on quilt #5 until more fabric comes in.