Miss Jessie likes to sneak up on people sitting on the couch and nose the backs of their heads. I managed to catch her in the act. Isn't she a ham?
And to continue our gratuitous furbaby photo showing, Miss Jessie is overtaking Mr. Sam in rope toy domination:
This is my wake up call at 5:30 a.m. and the reason why I don't *normally* let the cats (namely Charlie) sleep in my bedroom. This was the 3rd of 5 nose nudges.
Since this is first and foremost a knitting blog, I will tell you that I took incriminating photos of my sock yarn stash this morning. It's appalling really, the large quantity of fingering and sport weight yarn that sits in this house. I even unearthed hanks and skeins I had completely forgotten about.
Why did I go about photographing my stash when Flash your Stash was months ago? I got a bug up my butt to organize a little bit. In my garage are all these plastic tubs that have gone largely unused for the better part of 3 months. I decided the secretary in my dining area could be used in a better way than to house my yarn (it's an old secretary, not much moth protection going on).
So I took photos but I'm not terribly pleased with them. I'll let my camera charge up a bit and take some that are a bit more creative. I'm also waiting for the sun to come up so I can utilize the natural light. Be on the look out!
Poor Sam.
Sam and Jessie stayed with grandma this weekend while I was away. Sam kept getting sick so grandma took him to the vet. And they discovered he's been eating the pea gravel in his kennel. He has rocks in his system. :(
Once they had that all figured out, they discovered he has fox tails in his throat from eating the grass at grandma's house - full of foxtails. So he's staying with grandma till tomorrow when the vet can get the foxtails out. He's still a happy boy just not swallowing very well. :(
And poor Jessie.
She's at home, pacing, waiting for her Sam to come home. 
Awwww....
My dogs are the major reason I haven't gone completely insane yet (the other major part is all the yarn I have tucked away in my house. But we're talking about my dogs here, gosh!)
The week I've had so far is enough reason to come home and drink one bottle (yes, bottle) of wine a night. BUT instead, I come home, get my mail, and let the dogs out into the yard (they have their own yard, with gravel, not pretty grass because Sam has a tendancy to try to find out what's underneath the grass).
And we play. I throw the ginormous tennis ball to the other side of the grass, Sam beats Jessie to it and Jessie throws down a headlock on Sam, complete with gridiron mouth. You wouldn't think the underdog (by 30lbs) would be so agressive but she is. Scrappy really. :)
Until I sat down to post, I forgot how bad this week has been. That's how much good therapy my dogs are. I highly recommend dogs and knitting over a therapist. The cost might be the same (hell, it's probably more!) but the outcome is much sweeter (and warmer!)
Even though it was only about 43 degrees outside, Sam, Jessie and I played in the backyard. Ok, I sat on the redwood bench on the deck and threw the ginormous tennis ball over the railing for the dogs to fetch. They clearly loved it.
Knitasha, however, did not. "Git away from me, you silly dogs!"
Vacuuming is not my favorite chore. But with two longish haired dogs and two indoor cats, fur is flying 7 days a week. It's gotta be sucked up at least a few times a week.
I've always known Sam liked to be vacuumed. It's a fetish really. I imagine that it's like someone massaging my head and pulling my hair a bit at the same time. But it's definitely not the same as that wierd foot fetish guy on SATC.
Normally, I'll just call him over while vacuuming to suction off a few pounds of his fur (yep, I'm an enabler.) He'll sit for me and turn when I tell him, so I can all sides evenly.
Today, he sat on my feet while I was vacuuming up stray tumbleweeds of dog hair under the bookcase. He just grinned at me till I turned the hose on him. Lover of the vacuum treat that he is, laying down was decidedly the best option for maximum vacuuming.
What can I say? My dog's a whore for the Dyson.
Look who's here visiting me today! It's Lad, 1/2 brother to my Sam. :) Dogs in the office make me smile. All he wants is a belly rub and a wrist to pull around. How simple is that?
1 Sam dog
How can you look at him and not smile?
This was just last night. Jessie is getting mighty comfortable with her feline counterparts. They slept there for a bit last night as well.
So proud of my baby girl.
