My Public seems to think that Little-Man-Mo was being passive/aggressive in urinating on his new overcoat. Furthermore, My Public believes that I am remiss in loving him. Perhaps the coat wasn’t enough, perhaps a Grand Gesture is needed, perhaps My Public would like for me to knit him one of these. Would that make everyone happy??
ps. No, I will not be taking orders on any for your husbands!
I had lots of great comments on the previous post. Mo, however, had other things to tell me about his new outerwear.
Knitting confessions: This is Mo’s second sweater. The first one I knit was a bit too big. A bit = him constantly coming out of his sweater. This is because I failed to check my gauge – not only that, but I didn’t bother even measuring him, let alone the sweater.
Thinking I have learned from past mistakes, I make him another sweater. I measured him and the size of the Granny Squares. The coat was a bit too long from his neck to his tail, but I also had to work within the framework of the squares, so to eliminate the last row would have made it too short. I decided to err on the side of too long. As you can see, I spent some time mulling this over and considering things.
Things I failed to consider — The Dark Underbelly of the Beast. foreboding organ music
Things to know about me — all animals in my house are female, except for Mo. I have two daughters and no sons. I don’t spend a lot of time thinking about “male” things. ahem ;)
Anywho, Mo came in from his morning ablutions in the back yard having pissed all over his sweater!!
Here is that picture I’ve been promising. I finished this little coat in the nick of time — woke up this morning to some snow on the ground and a two hour late start for school. Now our Little-Man-Mo will be ready to face the elements!
If any of you are looking at the picture and wondering ‘am I seeing this right or does this dog have one eye?’ – you are not seeing things. Despite his uncanny resemblance to a little stuffed animal, this pooch of mine is a terror (at least in his own mind). Amongst the menagerie here at PurlingSwine, Mo is the only male. He takes this position very seriously. During this past summer, he decided to pick a fight with another member of our family – 80 pound Bridget. A shephard/chow mix dog that we rescued. Needless to say, he lost. His jaw was broken in four places and he ended up having to have his eye removed due to a ruptured cornea. He also seems to have some memory loss because he persists in trying to be top dog around here. Another man that will never learn! :)
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