My babies

A picture of my pretty girl, Miss Graceful, whom we call Gracie. We have had her since she was three, and now she is fourteen and a half! When we first got her, she had been mistreated, and her former owner had returned her to the kennel, and exchanged her for a "better" dog. Can you imagine! Apparently she had spent nine months cowering in a corner and being terrorized by that person's other smaller dogs. When we first met her it took us an hour to get close enough to catch her, she was so shy and scared. It took about six months before she could believe that being petted was a good thing, she would just suffer through it, and try to get away. Gracie was our second greyhound, and she benefited greatly from having had an older and more outgoing sister. She has become much, much more relaxed and confident, and now she is a completely different (and completely spoiled) dog, although she seems to like it best when having our other dog close by.


Our number two dog is called Pippi, as in Longstocking, because sometimes her ears stick out in a Pippi kind of way. She is a very playful and mischevous little thing, and very affectionate. In the picture she is on a daybed in my workroom, which she now considers hers. Finding the most comfortable and soft spot to lounge is her special talent. Usually in a sunbeam. And she of course prefers our down comforter. Pippi has a lot of toys, which she likes to spread out all over the floor of our house. She is only three, so has an incredible amount of energy. She loves the snow, which she had never seen before we moved to Massachusetts, and goes completely crazy whenever we have a good snowfall. She makes me laugh a lot.


Otherwise, I am not quite done with Birch yet, as I am having to fix a mistake which happened about four rows down. My handy, dandy crochet hook has been a constant companion throughout this project, as it seems to be very easy for me to make mistakes when knitting lace!