can be found here.
I started this on Monday night, after stitching like mad on Betsy and I'm about halfway-finished. It's my project for the Bride's Tree SAL for February. I took it over to Mom's this morning while I was dropping off the twins' dog food, so I stitched a bit while we watched People's Court (my mother is bickering with Comcast over getting converter boxes so she has extremely basic cable). The four-legged crew was overjoyed to see me, Robbie moreso for the cookies that I brought than anything else. He had a heck of a time eating the one I gave him, so he ignored it and ate the one his sister started. I guess she had to tame it down a bit for him to start--that is what sissies do, right? I then handed her the one he had ignored, and of course, he was out of sorts because I gave his cookie away. She, in turn, took the cookie and hid it away. My darling little Song is a hoarder. Great . . .
Mom asked if I'd seen the Schipperkes on the Westminister dog show. I told her no. She said she hadn't seen them either. Robbie was apparently out of sorts over that too; his sister's probably been telling him he isn't as pretty as the dogs on TV. I told him he was just the most beautiful boy in town, and that if his gramma would get the situation with Comcast dealt with, he could see his relatives on TV. He advised me he no longer cares about other Schipperkes, he is retired, he has his sisser, he has his mummy and gramma, and his cookie, and his lamby toy, and his life is complete. If he could only see the grass, he'd be a blissful dog. (BTW, I'd say he's cuter than the Schip who won the breed, but, really, they all look pretty much alike. I'm biased, but I'm not stupid.).