I love my dog, but occasionally I have the urge to beat the crap out of her.
Which I know is wrong, and I don’t do it.
Anyway, on Saturday, I was knitting a shawl-like thing that I started two years ago. I know that I started it two years ago because I was knitting it to wear to C and J’s wedding two years ago, and it still isn’t done.
I had pulled it out of the closet, and realized that I didn’t particularly like it. It wasn’t my style, and I probably would never wear it. But, it was pretty, and easy to knit, so I figured I’d finish it off and give it to a classmate that I’ve had classes with every semester since I started at SCC. It was exactly her style, and since I’m trying to convince her to transfer with me next fall, I figured a present would be appropriate.
So, I had been knitting it. I was storing it in a plastic box that fit exactly under the sidetable in the living room, so that when I was watching TV, I could pull it out and work on it, and slide it back under the table when I was done for the evening.
Saturday, though, I forgot to slide the box back under the table when I was done. I got up to fix myself dinner, did other things, forgot about the knitting, and spent the rest of the evening on the computer.
Around 9pm, I look over at Honey, who was laying down where her bed is supposed to be. I had taken it outside to shake it off, and never brought it back in. So I go out, and I see something that makes me angry.
Right inside the dog door is a black ball of yarn. The exact ball of yarn that was attached to the knitting I was working on. So I follow the string out side, far out into the back yard, when I find a broken end when it got wrapped around an outlet in the backyard.
So, Honey has stolen my knitting, and I don’t know if I’ll get it back. I searched Saturday night. My mom searched on Sunday. The shawl is nowhere to be found.
So yes, I’m irritated. And the moment I found out, I really wanted to beat the dog. But I didn’t. I refrained. And didn’t talk to her for the rest of the evening, after a minor punishment (”Is this your toy? It must be your toy, you chewed it up” sort of thing).
Even though I can’t find the knitting, I’m over it. The initial irritation is what really bothered me, as I didn’t expect Honey to attack cotton yarn. My mom says it’s because she wants to be close to me, and after two years, that yarn definitely smelled like me.
So, now I have to find new TV knitting. Sigh. And it took me forever to pull the shawl out of the closet.
- “Your Heart is an Empty Room,” Plans: Death Cab for Cutie
The perils of having a dog, I’m afraid. I can remember my family’s German shepherd would lie down on anything we had been working on–hell, even if we were still working on it. She’d just come and plop her overweight ass down on it, like, “Gee, thanks for putting this down for me. I was tired of having to sleep on my expensive dog pillow made specially for dogs with arthritis.”
As ungrateful as dogs sometimes seemingly are, I don’t think they ever mean to be that way. Cats, however…cats do it on purpose.
Lelia: you’re right, of course. I don’t think Honey means to do what will irritate me, but that she misses me when I’m not around. The stuff she trys to claim as her own are usually things that I’ve handled a lot, and smell like me.
And she’s not too bad with them, if I catch her soon enough. I just wish I could find the knitting. I don’t want her eating a ton of cotton yarn, because she’ll probably be sicker than the time she ate Dustin’s wool hat.
And that’s just not good for dogs. But, I’m over the anger. How can you stay mad at cute dogs?