Sometimes I worry that I will run out of things to write about on this blog. Then I remind myself that I have five children, a dog and I am weird. There will always be something to blether on about. Today's post illustrates this quite nicely.
In my last post I showed you pictures of our miniature dachshund Jenny in her newly acquired winter wardrobe. What I neglected to mention was the reason why I, a compulsive knitter, had to go to the pet store and buy a cheap piece of over-priced acrylic junk to put on my poor frozen puppy.
I had started knitting a Wurstwarmer for Jenny back in December. The thing was December was so mild it felt like winter was going to give us a pass this year. (I live in Canada. Where was my brain?) My motivation to knit what was a rather boring item for my dog soon gave way to more interesting and exciting knits. The Wurstwarmer got stuffed in a bag and was quickly forgotten. Right up until we got hit with an Arctic front and the temperatures plummeted to well below zero.
It turns out that Jenny is a wimp. She has the courage of a Chihuahua but lives in a location that calls for the heart of a Siberian husky. When I took her outside to go to the bathroom she tried hopping along on three legs, and when this didn't make things any warmer she just gave up, plopped down on the frozen snow, and looked up at me with her big brown eyes.
Guilt can be a very strong motivator. I hauled out the bag with the Wurstwarmer languishing on the needles and knit like the wind. Here is our wiener dog modelling her 100% wool, hand knit Wurstwarmer.
In Jenny's defence I have to say that what she lacks in courage she more than makes up for in cuteness.