So, I know I haven't spoken much of my personal life on here, so here goes... my family just moved about an hour away from where I spent the better part of my childhood(yes, here in Kansas we measure distance in minutes not miles). Now we live in a quaint little country town and I got to enjoy possibly the most wonderful afternoon of my life. In our little corner of town(which consists only of ranch houses built in the 1970's and I am the youngest resident) it is nice and quiet with just the occasional train. Today while my parents were off slaving away to bring home the bacon, I sat on the porch with just my knitting and my dogs. The only sounds to be heard were the quiet clank of my needles and the occasional bark of my little dogs. As knitters, you understand how peaceful that is. I came inside to find that my mind felt incredibly clear. I may have to do that everyday this week to prepare my mind for the start of the long educational process that I start next Wednesday. Does anyone else want to join me for thirteen years of school plus residency before I will have anything faintly resembling a life? I didn't think so.
Okay, so now I have to indulge you in a story of my aforementioned pooches. Their names are Daphne and Olive and they are the cutest little things I have ever seen. Well, Daphne has been sick for the past week or two and I thought she had gotten over it. Shortly after we came in today I heard her nappy(the word I like to use in place of the other words I could use to describe regurgitation) in another room. I was in the middle of a row of my log cabin blanket so I took time to finish my row before embarking(catch the pun?) on a clean up mission. When I went to see where her nappy was I found her on my bed looking up at me with the saddest big brown eyes I have ever seen. I assured her that it was fine and I quickly stripped my bed only to remember that my mattress pad and been misplaced somewhere in the move so I have been sleeping without one. No mattress pad + Daphne nappy = Mattress mess for me to clean up. Ever since then, she has been so ashamed that she has not been able to sit with me yet and is hanging her head by the door. I tried to get her to look at the computer but she was too ashamed to even do that. Oh how sweet is she?So, Olive is another story, this is her favorite perch in the new house, so that she can stand guard of the house to scare off predators with all eight pounds.
Just for cuteness sakes, I had to include these pictures of the two of them watching the happenings of the community. Don't you just want to nibble them up?
Sorry this post was so picture heavy, but these pictures are just too cute to waste!
Next time on Once upon a knit: AAAAAHHHHHHHH Stash Attack!