Which would you like to hear about first? Towel-eating or sleeve-knitting?
Let’s go with Towel-Eating.
Some of you have already heard this, but since it sucked away more than a week of our lives, well. Humour me, it will help me to get it out of my system. I’ll try to make it worth your while.
This is Buddy.
Yes, he is adorable. Look at those sad puppyface eyes. (If you’ve read Buddy’s story, then the rest of this is going to make a whole heck of a lot more sense. It will also explain why you can see only three paws in his pics.)
Sunday before last, we went to church. This is not a new thing; when one attends church, one tends to go on all, or at least most of, the Sundays one is home. Church-going on Sundays. It’s a Thing.
So Buddy knows we go, and he knows we’ll be back, and he even knows where we are, because church is just across the street (literally; small street) and if he looks out the window, he can see us walking over there.
Monday: He starts throwing up…but he is still eating/drinking/doing his business. Tuesday: More tossing of cookies, more discomfort. We take him to the vet. There are X-rays and blood tests. There are also Unclear Results. Wednesday: Buddy is miserable. By now, we are fairly certain he has swallowed something, but we don’t know what. Back to vet. More X-rays, an ultrasound, and an endoscopy.
Vet then calls me: “Are you missing a towel, by any chance? Like a tea towel. With fringe. I think it’s red.”
He thinks it’s red.
I assure him that we are strictly a purple/green/blue/no-fringe towel family. He says, well, whatever Buddy has in his stomach is red, with fringe. “Nifty,” I think. “Now our dog is eating other people’s laundry.”
(You will notice at this point that there has been a dearth of photos in this section. You’re welcome.)
Buddy has eaten other non-food-items before, usually when we are out running errands. He has abandonment issues; completely understandable given his background.
Buddy has consoled himself with the following at various times: Upper part of a leather Dansko shoe; rubber coaster; hand-dyed crocheted mittens designed especially for me; microfiber eyeglass cloth; leather belt; leather collar; coated nylon-with-thinsulate glove-with-plastic-buckle; skein of handspun yarn (ouch); empty crinkly bags of all types provided they smell like food.
All of the above items, ah…worked themselves out, shall we say, over time.
Vet told me that he could not get the Red Towel out via the endoscope and it was Surgery Time.
It’s now several days post-surgery. Buddy is doing well; he’s enjoying the extra attention as usual, and enjoying the special wet food Very Much Thank You.
My favourite moment (if one can say that about any of this) was The Great Reveal: The vet had saved the Red Towel (sealed in a plastic bag; we shall not speak of the olfactory factoids) to show us, just so we would know what had caused the new scar on Bud’s Belly (not to mention the new dent in our finances).
Not a towel; a dinner napkin. A sixteen-inch-square dinner napkin. Rose-coloured, actually. Here is one of its grieving companions, with Buddy, for scale:
I know, poor baby. You can tell he knows he’s done something naughty, and that he recognizes that napkin.
We use cloth napkins as a way of cutting down on things-that-go-in-landfills. That particular napkin, however, has turned out to be the Most Expensive Household Linen EVER.
Houston, we have achieved Sleeve.
And in an amusing twist, we have unconsciously also achieved a colour-coordinated manicure:
If you only knew how hard it was to take that photo, how many shots it took to get The Right One And In Focus…see how much I love you guys?
The challenge with sleeves, of course, is that there are TWO of them. (Unless you are like Buddy and have only one front paw.) The above sleeve is Sleeve Number One.
I am DETERMINED to have this sweater done by Rhinebeck. Having it done before that would be nice, but let’s not get our hopes up, OK?
In household news: My dust-bunnies are having dust-bunnilettes. I have two fleeces that haven’t been washed yet. There is a strange stain on my favourite shirt. And the cats think I am starving them.
They are determined to Do Something About This Unspeakable Situation…right after their nap.
You know how I am always lamenting the fact that the Cleaning Fairy disses me? She never calls, she never writes, she never stops by…Apparently, I am actually rather lucky she doesn’t just drop by.
We always think our “modern transportation system” poses unique problems for knitters and their pointy objects. Think again.
It’s really good to know what to do in case of a natural disaster. Ashley wanted to make sure her stuffed animals were clear on safety rules for Hurricane Isaac.
With that, I leave you with the winner of the 2012 Cat Internet Video Festival. Yes, there really is a Cat Internet Video Festival. Ten thousand people attended this year. This is the species we belong to, folks.