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me fail english? that's unpossible!
Feb. 3rd, 2007 02:20 amI just found a thread on a crochet forum asking which yarns are the most chew-proof. Apparently, this woman just keeps making sweaters for her dog, and somehow they end up chewed to bits an hour later.
Maybe... just maybe... the dog doesn't like sweaters.
It's just a thought.
Also, what sort of yarn would be chew-proof? Is there some sort of steel-wool type thing out there for just such a purpose?
Speaking of dogs, I absolutely HATE Pedigree for airing that new commercial with the dogs in the pound. I feel so unbelievably stupid for tearing up every time it comes on. So manipulative. And damnit, I hate that it works.
This is what happens to people from my generation. You bought us those damned Pound Puppies when we were little, and now we want to adopt everything furry that we see. The guilt is too much for me.
I still have several Pound Puppies, by the way. And a Teddy Ruxpin whose lower jaw is broken and hangs at a freaky angle when you turn him on. And two Cabbage Patch Kids, one of which my mother bought off a truck from a very seedy lady, apparently.
I also have a teddy bear named Poseable, which I still get teased about. I got him for Christmas when I was about three, and being very proud of the fact that I could read, I informed my mother that I had found his name on his tag. I didn't get why that was so funny until years and years later. What a dork.
In other child-related news, I had to chauffeur my younger brother and his friend to Safeway this evening, and the two of them nearly got us kicked out of the grocery store. I am having my tubes tied immediately, if not sooner. Thank god they finally went to bed, the little shits.
Maybe... just maybe... the dog doesn't like sweaters.
It's just a thought.
Also, what sort of yarn would be chew-proof? Is there some sort of steel-wool type thing out there for just such a purpose?
Speaking of dogs, I absolutely HATE Pedigree for airing that new commercial with the dogs in the pound. I feel so unbelievably stupid for tearing up every time it comes on. So manipulative. And damnit, I hate that it works.
This is what happens to people from my generation. You bought us those damned Pound Puppies when we were little, and now we want to adopt everything furry that we see. The guilt is too much for me.
I still have several Pound Puppies, by the way. And a Teddy Ruxpin whose lower jaw is broken and hangs at a freaky angle when you turn him on. And two Cabbage Patch Kids, one of which my mother bought off a truck from a very seedy lady, apparently.
I also have a teddy bear named Poseable, which I still get teased about. I got him for Christmas when I was about three, and being very proud of the fact that I could read, I informed my mother that I had found his name on his tag. I didn't get why that was so funny until years and years later. What a dork.
In other child-related news, I had to chauffeur my younger brother and his friend to Safeway this evening, and the two of them nearly got us kicked out of the grocery store. I am having my tubes tied immediately, if not sooner. Thank god they finally went to bed, the little shits.
