"Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will."
Mahatma Gandhi

Thursday, July 19, 2012


FOLLOW UP:  Bobby was adopted on Sunday, July 22 by a wonderful family who will give him lots of time and love and all that good stuff.  

Today a foster dog arrived in our home.  I'll have to admit I had a bit of the "Yips" about this arrival, as it's been a while since we've had a foster dog in our home.  But, not to worry, he arrived and all is well.  

The first thing I did with him was change his name, as he had got himself a case of very selective hearing, as he learned to ignore his previous family as they chased him through the neighborhood every time he would escape, which, I understand, was often.  So, here's a tidbit of dog training for you--if your dog dashes, when he/she does come back to you, praise that dog like it is the greatest creature on the planet and give it a piece of chicken on top of that.  If you scold the dog, do you think it'll come back to you next time?  Nope.  

 He's only been here for 4 hours, and I already have him coming when ever I call him "Bobby!" because he has already learned that "Bobby!" means he's getting a treat.  

Anyhow, he is a 9.5 year old black miniature schnauzer, and he is very, very dear.  

Right now he is sitting in our front windows, enjoying himself immensely
 It's obvious to us he was not allowed on the furniture in his home and so we are teaching him to be naughty, lifting him onto the furniture.  We may regret this, I know.  In spite of the fact that his family reported him as an "incessant barker," he has not barked once at the parade of kids, dogs, skateboarders, bikers, going by the house tonight.  Like I said, he's been here only 4 hours.  Give him some time, and he'll be barking.  

Until then, I get the selfish pleasure of watching a dog's heart unfold. 


In preparation for the arrival of a foster dog today, I pulled my dog crate out of the closet and got it all set up for the new arrival.  And, the predictable happened
Reesie kitten always does this--I set up the crate, and in she goes on her own.  My dogs do not have crates, they are free range (well, free house) dogs, so perhaps Reesie likes the novelty of it all, or perhaps it reminds her of these days
when she was a tiny little baby that we thought needed protection from our dogs.  Little did we know it was the other way around!

Monday, July 16, 2012


It sure feels like it's been a while since I've posted about a finished quilt.  Lots of X stitch and knitting, but not many quilts.  

It feels good to have one to post!  It's not that I haven't been sewing, it's that I've been sewing too many things at once and so no one thing was getting done.  Finally I got a hold of that madness and have finished the three quilts I had going at once, and am now working on the bindings.  

The first one I have finished is a gift for the great grandchild of a Pennsylvania cousin.  My husband's Pennsylvania family were all great quilters a generation ago.  Sadly, none of the children of that generation picked up the sport.  In a twist of irony, quilting has been brought back to this family by me, a city girl from New England.  

Although this quilt was great practice on accurate 1/2 square triangles, I wish I had done more with them.  There's so many and a twisting and turning of this one and that would have made for an interesting design.  Instead, I went for simple, and did end up with something very pretty, but a bit plain for my tastes:

I like the swirl design of quilting, as it adds some visual interest to the quilt without overpowering the simple design.  

The fabrics are a white on white tiny fan, and then the pastel polka dots of white on color and color on white.  

 The color on white polka dots, which are the top and bottom rows, do not show up at all in a photo, as you can see.  In person, they are very obvious and sweet.  

The quilting was done by a long armer who has done work for me in the past, but who I have not mentioned by name in this blog.  I sent her three quilts, and all were nicely quilted.  However, on this one the tension on the back thread must have been set poorly, as the stitches are flat in some areas, pulled in others, and in a few spots there is an inch of two of thread that is not attached to the front thread at all.  I do not know how that could occur, but it did.  

Additionally, she took it upon herself to wash this quilt and add a plain white binding.  WHAT?  First of all, I never, ever wash my quilts before I send them off, do you?  I'm interested in knowing people's preferences on that one.  I like to send them off shiny and new, and have the recipient enjoy the change that occurs with that first washing.  Also, her binding was very poorly done, and I am a very picky binder, with nice mitres and nearly invisible hand stitches 1/4" apart.  I like my bindings, they are like my final signature.  And, I had already constructed the binding strip of the color on white polka dot fabrics.  

I was a bit irritated but got over it and fixed what needed to be fixed and have it all set to send off.  

Wednesday, July 4, 2012


Yesterday we went to the orthopedic doctor to hear the results of the MRI of this:

And, Hurrah, the news was good.  Yes, it's a significant injury (we didn't need the doc to tell us that), however, it is not a total tear of anything, and the Hamstrings are still attached where they are meant to be attached.  It's a rupture in the middle of the hamstrings, and that shall mend on it's own, given the proper time and care.  

What a relief, and Dave is walking a bit better now.  Phewwww!

Tuesday, July 3, 2012


If you have one of these
and it meets up with one of these
then you need this recipe:

one quart of 3% hydrogen peroxide, one quarter cup of baking soda, 1 tsp of liquid dish soap.  Mix and immediately apply to the dear dog.  Rinse thoroughly.  Keep out of eyes and ears.  

This came to mind because the above-pictured dog got skunked last night, and although we had this all important recipe hanging on the fridge, we did not have the ingredients on hand.  Luckily, I had gotten hold of her immediately after she got skunked and most of the offending stuff wiped onto my nightie.  Perfecto.  A good bath with Sulfadene and she was de-skunked well enough, although I think a damp day may bring out residual odor.  

Today we went and picked up A LOT of the ingredients and have them shelved and ready for action, and we hope that means we will not need them.