When we got George a few months ago, Beth warned me to watch out for when he discovered my knitting needles.
As it turns out, George isn't exactly your dog's dog. He doesn't beg for people food, he doesn't scratch up the furniture, he doesn't mark territory (inside at least). The Shih Tzu book told us that it would be difficult at best to teach him to play fetch, and it was partially right. He'll run after his toy, but he won't bring it back. Because he wants us to follow him where he goes.
But, when Beth first warned me about watching out for my knitting needles, I was vigilant. Then, as we discovered George was more interested in demanding the attention of his adoring masses, I let down my guard. He hadn't given any notice to the yarn balls and various projects strewn around the house, and I left them there so he'd learn to regard them as part of the scenery, not something worth special attention.
It worked, until George discovered my Thrum Mittens:
The little devil.
This is about the 8th time over the past week, and the 3rd time today, he's stolen my mitten on the sly. You can tell from his mad dash (i.e. the blur) that he knows just how against the rules this is.
Caught in the act:
And just for the record, his Puss in Boots face doesn't work with me. It's his best defense for most things, including defecating on my dining room rug, humping my leg or eating other dog's poop (his favorite!), but I draw the line with my knitting.
He's in his crate right now, alone with his guilt.
In the meantime, check this out:
My first attempt at one of these was over two years ago, and was
actually my second knitting project ever (an event that has been chronicled extensively over the life of the blog, so I will spare you the details yet again.)
This one is so much better. So. Much. Better.
Also, I'd like to point out that I am a Reformed Knitter, and am dedicated to finishing projects in a timely manner. Or just finishing them really. Therefore, as soon I finished the first one, I cast on for the second mitten (good advice I received from a wise knitter) and I'm feeling really good about these.
And now that I've tempted the knitting goddess in such a manner, George has probably escaped from his crate and is gnawing the first one (or both) to pieces in a dark corner somewhere, so I'm going to go check on that.