What do you get when you’re at the dog park and you combine one skein of Plymouth Encore, 5 dpns, a project hanging on those dpns, and a Jack Russell Terrier named Tabby?
You get stolen yarn, that’s what you get.
You also get to spend the next HOUR running around the dog park (BIG CITY BLOCK SIZED DOG PARK) after Tabby, frantically begging him to drop the knitting, trying not to pee yourself laughing, along with every other dog owner who is chasing Tabby to help you.
Tabby is very nimble. Tabby’s eyes are sparkling. Tabby’s tail is wagging. Tabby can leap single benches in a single bound and evade being tackled, grabbed or restrained without working up a sweat.
If you’re lucky, someone grabs the back of Tabby’s harness and you manage to get the dpns before he gets loose.
Eventually, the yarn ends up in the poo bin after someone wrestles it away from Tabby. And I do mean wrestle. The dog was hanging on to the yarn and being hung up 3 feet from the ground and would. not. let. go. It took two sticks and a frisbee to get the dog to let go of the yarn and even then someone almost got bit.
If you’re really lucky, Tabby will not then go over to where you were sitting and try to steal your felted Booga bag because it too is made of yarn, and Tabby has a previously undiscovered yarn fetish.
if you’re lucky.
That’s what a skein of Plymouth Encore, Tabby, a couple of dpns and the Westminster dog park add up to on a Saturday afternoon.
Dad, I’m sorry. A dog ate your Christmas present. No, really. A dog. ate. your. christmas. present. Good thing it’s August and not like, Christmas Eve, because that would suck.