Much better
Aug. 21st, 2011 09:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
altivoToo much weaving in one day and I'm going to regret it I fear, but... I got almost two whole squares woven. And I figured out some changes to my technique that seem to be speeding it up a bit without sacrificing accuracy. The hard part about weaving overshot is keeping everything square that's supposed to be square. The motifs tend to want to elongate so I was doing a lot of double checking and retreadling. Turns out I'm getting the same results by changing the shed I beat on up to the next one. That saves several moves.
Now a dog story. Squeamish stomachs can stop reading here...
A couple of mornings back, big Red woke us up by barfing his entire supper onto the bedroom floor. We thought it looked oddly fibrous but wakened at 3:30 am, neither of us was willing to do any close examination of the mess. We cleaned it up and went back to sleep. Next day he was fine, still had his usual appetite and all that. We figured he'd eaten a bunch of grass or maybe licked himself and swallowed too much fur. Everything was normal until This morning at 4:30 when he repeated the same routine. This time we picked the smelly mass apart.
He had swallowed one of my socks. Whole. Unchewed. Now I admit my feet get sweaty and smelly when I have to wear shoes all day, as on work days. I much prefer sandals, even in winter. Previous dog (Sarah) used to chew on my dirty socks if they were left where she could get them, so I was cured of leaving them around anywhere. They go right into a closed hamper the minute I take them off. The chance of him getting dirty socks from me is non-existent. The only explanation we can come up with is that he got clean ones from the pile when laundry was removed from the dryer. Gary often tosses those on the bed for me to sort. Sometimes even when I'm not home, in which case they may sit there for several hours. Since I have many pairs of identical socks in about four different styles and colors, I don't always count. If one gets a hole or something, I toss it and keep the other as it still matches additional pairs. Consequently, Red may have taken socks (twice?) from the clean laundry.
Or just possibly, one slipped off the bed and was hidden under the edge of a quilt where it hangs to the floor, and he got it there. I suspect that even though the newly washed socks smell clean to me, Red can detect plenty of scent on them.
I can do without those two socks, but I'll be taking extra care to make sure he doesn't swallow any more. Mostly because no one likes being awakened by a sick dog at 3:30 am and then having to clean up the mess.
Now a dog story. Squeamish stomachs can stop reading here...
A couple of mornings back, big Red woke us up by barfing his entire supper onto the bedroom floor. We thought it looked oddly fibrous but wakened at 3:30 am, neither of us was willing to do any close examination of the mess. We cleaned it up and went back to sleep. Next day he was fine, still had his usual appetite and all that. We figured he'd eaten a bunch of grass or maybe licked himself and swallowed too much fur. Everything was normal until This morning at 4:30 when he repeated the same routine. This time we picked the smelly mass apart.
He had swallowed one of my socks. Whole. Unchewed. Now I admit my feet get sweaty and smelly when I have to wear shoes all day, as on work days. I much prefer sandals, even in winter. Previous dog (Sarah) used to chew on my dirty socks if they were left where she could get them, so I was cured of leaving them around anywhere. They go right into a closed hamper the minute I take them off. The chance of him getting dirty socks from me is non-existent. The only explanation we can come up with is that he got clean ones from the pile when laundry was removed from the dryer. Gary often tosses those on the bed for me to sort. Sometimes even when I'm not home, in which case they may sit there for several hours. Since I have many pairs of identical socks in about four different styles and colors, I don't always count. If one gets a hole or something, I toss it and keep the other as it still matches additional pairs. Consequently, Red may have taken socks (twice?) from the clean laundry.
Or just possibly, one slipped off the bed and was hidden under the edge of a quilt where it hangs to the floor, and he got it there. I suspect that even though the newly washed socks smell clean to me, Red can detect plenty of scent on them.
I can do without those two socks, but I'll be taking extra care to make sure he doesn't swallow any more. Mostly because no one likes being awakened by a sick dog at 3:30 am and then having to clean up the mess.
