Welcome to my new knitting area! To the right you can see a bit of the kitchen, to the left is a wall of shelving that houses most of my knitting paraphernalia: knitting books, yarn, finished creatures, etc. Behind you can see the dining room and my room divider, with all of my needles organized on top and 9 empty shelves just asking for more yarn to be stored on them. Behind the camera is my desk and computer in the corner with 2 big windows looking out to trees. Don't you love my vintage suitcase side table?
But, you ask, "Rebecca, why the heck is there an ottoman on your knitting chair?" Aw yes, what seems normal in my house must look completely wacky to everyone else. Well, danger crafter, the battle between the pugs and I over the knitting chair is coming to worse places on a daily basis. There hasn't been a whole lot of activity since I last wrote about the battle, just the usual "my chair!" goings on. But, the last week has seen some jabbing wins on the part of the pugs. Or, one pug in particular.
Yes I know, dear danger crafter, it is had to believe that the above pug, looking oh-so-cute for the camera can cause so much upset and mayhem. But, last week, while very mad at me for not letting her up to snuggle on the couch, she went over and claimed my chair in the most horrendous way possible.
I was knitting during a movie, and since I know pugs and yarn don't mix very well, I told her to stay off the couch, even though she was doing everything in her power to look as cute as possible and get her little bum up next to me. With continued, "No, stay off" she eventually gave up, and being past her bedtime, she stormed off to my knitting area and got in the knitting chair. If you have never seen a pug storm around, I tell you it is a very funny site.
Since this is not the first time she had done this, Mr Danger and I thought nothing of it. But, when we got up to go to bed, much to my horror as I walked past my knitting chair to turn out the light, there was a large puddle in my seat. Yes, that is right, Miss Abbey had peed all over my chair, claiming it as her own. Pug 1 million points, Rebecca -2.
Miss Abbey was scolded greatly and locked in her crate, but I really don't think it did much, she knew she had won this round. Luckily the chairs folds up, so Mr Danger and I threw it in the bathtub, rinsed it for about 20 minutes, threw all kinds of cleaners on it, and left it to dry. I thought I was going to have to throw it out, but we got it really clean and I am ok with again as a temporary solution, while I look for a couple cute vintage chairs or a fun loveseat to take its place. But, I think you can now understand why the ottoman stays on it when my bum is not in it.
Can you believe that?! I certainly couldn't when I came around the corner. For those of you who don't know, Abbey was a resuce dog. We got her when she was 18 months old and we were home #6 for her at that point. We knew we were getting a "special" dog, and she has been very trying at times, but this was certainly the worst thing she has done yet. By far.
It is so funny, whenever we tell people about her they always ask what she does that is so horrible and we respond with the usual "she is very pushy and people dominant, blah, blah, blah," and I don't think most people believe us. Now do I ever have a story the next time some askes. Doesn't really seem worth it, but hey, it is the best silver lining I can come up with! Although, I am on more of a cute seating search now to replace it....