I have had zippy progress, zippy motivation, the last two days. I spent yesterday's break Valentine shopping for Left brain and my parents. I did find a cute stuffed dog at Hallmark for Left-brain that looks a bit like Beazer, so snapped that up. My parents were pretty easy too. Took their stuff over to them last night, collected my card from them, gave Robbie some loving.
When I got home, Left-brain was watching the Westminister Kennel Club show. The toy group was on when we started. Left-brain started laughing when the Maltese came on--he had one, and, well, Beau was not a showdog. Nor did he have aspirations to such, he ran the show for the big boys, one can not be pretty and tough. Beau died not long after I came on the scene, and Left-brain doesn't plan to have another one, too much work, though I think I could handle a puppy cut on any dog.
The non-sporting group came on next. That is my group, devoted Schipperke fancier that I am. Of course, yet again, the Schipperke didn't win. The Schipperke never wins, they're just not "glamourous" enough, because there really isn't much you do to make them pretty, just embiggen their hair:
It's no wonder Robbie hates to be brushed. Of course, we all have pictures from our misspent youth, LOL.
Beazer seemed quite interested in the proceedings. He insists he could be a showdog. He has the beautiful gait, the sweet face (for a pit), and the nice confirmation. Too bad his breed can't show, and he's a little old for this. He seemed quite deflated, and was casting aspersions on the bulldog.
So no stitching went on. Hopefully, I can work on things today and get some progress. I don't know what Left-brain has planned for the holiday, if anything. We may just do something on the weekend, who knows. Last year, we had our taxes done--so romantic, right?
Happy Valentines Day! I hope a little love finds its way into your day. Or, if not, a little chocolate?