So, I had this lovely post all laid out in my mind today about the joys of being able to knit in Senate (ask me how I spent two hours of my afternoon yesterday). But things have changed.
There's a new member of the clan.
Her legs are little short, but Rick assures me she'll grow into them (at the moment, she looks like an overgrown Corgie)(and before all of you Corgie lovers out there get up in arms, I've got nothing against the Corgie; any dog with legs that short who can herd sheep has my eternal admiration).
She's a four-month-old rescue dog; the rescue agency says she's a Belgian shepherd mix; I'm wondering whether she's mixed with Dachsund? We've been thinking for a long time about getting a second dog while my lovely Kia Ora is still young and energetic enough to a) have fun with a younger dog, and b) help us train a younger dog.
She thinks the puppy is intriguing.
The plan was to hold off until after this long trip, so I started looking around at the local pounds and humane societies this week, and found this beauty. Alas, after falling in love with her, I found out she was actually being fostered up in L.A. (just found out this morning -- talk about the best-laid plans), so today involved a lot of driving.
We've got her for the weekend for a trial visit to see how she adjusts to us and how our menagerie adjusts to her. I'm guessing there will be no returning (just look at that face!).
I know that this is a knitting blog, and there actually is knitting going on in my life, truly. The baby sweater is moving along nicely, and tonight I'll be starting a lovely new little lace project. Pictures tomorrow. For now I'm off to play with a puppy.