Scarf model

I finished my scarf at knitting class last night. Today Sadie agreed to model it.



But she had a hard time hiding her boredom and couldn't stop yawning.







Well, I assume she was yawning and not acting like the scarf made her want to barf...

I think it was less than five minutes between when I tied the last piece of fringe onto the scarf and when I was at the counter buying new yarn. The instructor had on such a pretty loosely knitted shawl, I somehow decided I couldn't live without one.

As soon as I got home from class I started on it. I was in the middle of one of the rows when the husband came home. The moment the husband gets home is the best moment in Sadie's day. She goes beserk. They have a little routine where she sits in front of me, facing him. Then she stands up on her back legs and sort of punches the air with her front legs. She likes to have me nearby because she often loses her balance! Then she sort of runs at him and punches him in the chest with her front legs. They wrestle for a bit on the ground, she gets loose and runs to me ('cuz I got her back), and then he stays crouched down on the ground and she dives in for the "kill," which, in this case, is the mother of all wet willies. It's hysterical, and one day I'll have to figure out how to get it on video.

But I said all that to say that when the husband came home, I was knitting and I didn't want to quit in the middle of a row. So I continued knitting. Sadie was so wound up because I wasn't there as her backup that she came running over and grabbed the ball of yarn (like the yarn thief that she is!) and took off. I was running around the house after her, trying to keep the yarn from being pulled off the needles, and the husband was practically rolling on the ground laughing. He finally managed to get the yarn out of her mouth, but not before it got quite a bit of dog spit on it. Thankfully I didn't lose a stitch in the whole fiasco!