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Sunday, June 29, 2008

My grandma gave me yarn

I'm having a blast with my mom and my grandma this weekend. My grandma knits, just like my mom, but she's much less OCD about it. She even gave me some of her yarn!



Petra said...

Now that looks like fun! I have to be careful that I don't eat too much string because sometimes it gets stuck inside me. Yuck!

Fenway said...

Man o' man. A yarn feast. Eat some for me, dude. All fabric has been banned from my toy box. I am a compulsive shredder and eater.

I liked your observation about my name and being a show dog. My mom would give her right arm to be able to hear the announcers call out Tartan Bay Green Monster, known as Fenway. The TV guys would have a field day and I bet I could even get to meet RemDawg and Theo. Even my pro handler from this weekend thought the name was a winner. All I have to do now is SETTLE DOWN and stop being goofy in the ring!

Stanislaw said...

Aw man. Can you send some of that delicious noodley feasting yarn my way? I'd like to hide it in my crate for a late night snack. You sure make it look mighty tasty! I wish my grandma knit.