She behaved like a little lady, not a whimper out of her during her ordeal at the vet’s office. She did have a pissed-off look on her face the whole time though. Not that I can blame her, considering that she was poked, prodded, and stuck with needles.
She forgave me very quickly for this whole incident. Leftover turkey has a way of erasing any bad feelings.
So . . .
Let’s look at an old sweater!
This is a Peer Gynt design, knitted in Peer Gynt sportweight wool. My aunt gave me the pattern and wool for Christmas seven or eight years ago.
I did some knitting on Fulmar last night, but kept falling asleep.
The Weather Wankers are predicting snow for tonight. And a fair amount of it. Oh please, oh please, let the government be closed tomorrow. I’ve got lots of stuff I could be doing at home, like wrapping Christmas gifts.