Why does Roosevelt love sniffing my yarn basket?
Is he thinking, "Ah, what a fine selection of beautiful cotton?", or is he thinking, "When the hell is she going to finish this blankie? and Will she let me sleep on it?", or is he thinking, "I'd really like to peeps on this, but I know she will get REALLY mad....."?
It's so funny to watch him go over to that corner and just sit and stare at the yarn. Sometimes he sniffs, sometimes he pokes it with his nose, and sometimes he just looks at it. It's refreshing to see a young man (or in this case, a young dog) with such an affinity for quality fibers. What a smart boy.
Although, there was this one time he thought he was going on a beach trip with B and me... We came home to find in-progress Odessa lying delicately placed next to the basket and one skein of Brown Sheep Cotton half-way across the room. Nothing was damaged. He was just expressing his disapproval of not being invited this time. Or was he trying to knit?
B told him he wouldn't be able to save him when it comes to yarn.
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