Knitting Stuff and Big Doggie Stuff

I'm working like a mad dog on yet another multidirectional scarf. This time in the bright colored wool/acrylic that I got at The Ear on Friday. I was about 8 inches into it when it hit me that all of the colors exactly match those of hi-liter markers, so heretofore it shall be known the ‘Cramming For Exams’ scarf. (It's not as wonky as it looks in this picture, though it will need to be blocked.) It will be perfect for a little 7 year-old friend come Christmas time! I am filling up my gift box with all kinds of little treats for giving. Feels good to have stuff on hand rather than sitting up until midnight on Christmas Eve finishing projects!

If you haven’t read Jodi Picoult’s ‘Nineteen Minutes’, do so. It was AWESOME! All of her books are, but this one really resonated with me. I read it right after the Virginia Tech massacre. The book is about a high school shooting, bullying and cliques. It doesn’t get all gun-control-y and really looks at what happens to kids that don’t fit the cookie cutter mold in school. It was sad, horrifying and wonderful all at the same time. Jodi ROCKS!

The neighbor kid had a round, air-filled rubber ball. Notice I said ‘HAD’. Yup. Bentley ate it. The kid and his friend were out tossing it in the yard next to ours. That was his first mistake. Any ball with in the Great Lake Region belongs to Ben and he will take any opportunity to retrieve them whenever he sees one. He burst across the backyard, leaped high and snagged in out of the air before they knew what was happening. Then when DID they realized what had happened, they started laughing and hooting and hollering. Mistake # 2. Ben thought that, at long last, he was being included in the reindeer games that go on around our neighborhood every day, which we are forever telling him he is not a part of. He took of like a shot, running in circles, jumping and playing keep away with the boys. Yeah…it’s always fun until someone gets hurt. In this case it was the ball. Just as we caught him, there was a pop, a hiss, and a deflated look on everyone’s faces. Mr. Bee has been trying for three days to find a replacement ball. Of course it’s a ‘special’ UW ball so we will probably have to go down to State Street to find one.

Ben is a typical 1-year-old.....everything goes in his mouth. There has been a baby robin on the deck railing for the last couple of days. He flies a little but not well. I think he got over confident and hopped out of the nest a week or two to early. Mom has been feeding him and so he sits out there and screams for her. Ben interprets this as little robin calling him to come out and play and begs to go out all the time. While I’m sure his intentions would be good, I would hate for baby robin to suffer the same fate that wee froggie was dealt the other night. For now at least, we are limiting play with other animals to those that are larger than hors d’ouevre size. Oy! Now that he has come out of his shell he is much like a toddler….a 70# toddler! And we wouldn’t change it for the world!

Ripping up other kids toys and eating small amphibians takes a lot out of a guy.

"Play hard and then sleep hard.That's my motto."


(P.S. I love you, Grammie and can't wait for you to come visit!)


peaknits said…
I have to read that book - I do like Jodi Picoult! Ben sounds like a gas - he was brought into your life to bring you tons of silliness - seems he is fulfilling the contract!
YarnThrower said…
Your dog sounds sooo awesome! It sounds like you're really enjoying having him, too!