Yesterday Abby, our new terrier was being ignored. Hubster and I were both busy in our own little worlds; we each heard Abby as she ran back and forth in the hallway. She was having a ball.
All of sudden I hear Hubster shout, “This is not good!”
Little Abby had found my X-Factor bag left on the bed from where I’d snatched one of my plastic loom needles (we were threading yarn on a bamboo curtain earlier). I remember Abby coming to sit longingly beside my desk, trying to get my attention, but I was in the middle of writing an email. When I later heard her running it was as if in the distance, so preoccupied I was. Next time I hope I take time to notice a lttle better than I did. What a terrible parent I am, ignoring my little fur child like that.
She was having a ball, all right! She was having a ball of my new Sugar n Cream yarn! It was new too. When we looked in the hall she had carried it up and down the hallway. The long lines of yarn zig-zagging back and forth told the story. Oh well, I was going to use it for a dish clothe anyway. Guess I'll start on it now.
