The next day, I noticed something odd, my yarn was not where I had left it. I figured I'd been half asleep and just didn't remember where I'd placed it so looked around. Several hours later I still hadn't come across it, so was beginning to feel antsy about it. I decided to take the dogs for a walk, and while I had them outside, I decided to get the dog beds out of the motorhome so that I could vacuum and mop the floors.
I lifted Power's bed, and lo and behold! The yarn was under his bed, and completely unraveled and chewed into short pieces! I knew that scolding him after the fact was no good, so I picked up the evidence and substituted a toy for Power, then tried to salvage my knitting!
Several hours later the dogs wanted to go out to the yard, so I opened the door for them and in the corner of my eye, saw that Power had grabbed the yarn and knitting needles, and ran out the door with a smile and a gleam in his eye!
Before I could take the few steps to get to him in the yard, he was running pell mell and tossing the yarn up in the air and catching it and then throwing it up again! It was like watching the dog version of a circus juggler! And such joy on his face, you would never imagine! That much joy is contagious!
|He likes to throw it into the air and catch it!|
|Trying to bite the yarn into several pieces|
|Shouldn't he learn to knit if he's going to steal my yarn and needles?|