They know who loves them the most.

That was from one of my favorite books as a kid. And, I think of it every time I lay in the bed with the dogs, or see them all together:

Three in the bed.

I get up to go to the bathroom, and this is what I come back to. The dogs were not arranged that way when I got up. I swear. ‘Cause where would I have slept? No where.

In other news, it was nearly 50 degrees today. And that was super. I hope it gets to 60 tomorrow like they say it will.

Sock progress!

So, remember those precious sleeping dogs? Well, only one remains precious. The other two are terrorists. I’m pretty sure regular readers will know that Paisley is still the good dog. When I got out of the shower, this is what greeted me:

Notice the tangled yarn, and how stretched out the sock is. Almost as though two dogs played tug of war with it...

Two dogs with sharp teeth...

Lack of knitting needles in the stitches. :(

Sure. The hole could be fixed. The yarn could be untangled. The stitches could be picked up at the top. But honestly, it’s stretched to all hell. It’s $3 worth of acrylic yarn. And I think if I continue to look at it, I’ll have a coronary.

I’m not really sure wether to laugh, cry, or throw a temper tantrum of anger.

None of those options will help anything, so instead, I’ll show it to Bob when he gets here, we’ll laugh a little at how sad I am, and the I’ll drop the sock into the trash.

I guess some things aren’t meant to be.

I swear I'm in there somewhere, you can see my arm right?

Happiness in action.

A Debut.

So, I guess this is Bob’s official debut on the blog. We’ve been spending a lot of time together over the last week, and I’m really happy about it. There are some things I’d love to say here, but I’m thinking these pictures say more than anything I can type right now will.