Looking for My Mind...

If you see it, please email me regarding its whereabouts. Or send it back, postage guaranteed.

I don't know why I haven't posted. I think I spend the month of April more or less in limbo. Every year. I can't get anything done. Well, I spin and knit but aside from that, I'm not motivated. I need a catalyst. I'm bummed out.

Blue, green, and white BFL and some Halloween superwash merino,
both from Amy King of Spunky Eclectic. Both spindle-spun and the BFL is a Navajo 3-ply.

My dog won't behave. He keeps chewing my stuff, including a handspun, handknit sock which thankfully has no holes in it. We must have come home JUST as he dragged it out through the dog door to the patio. The back yard is an overgrown symphony of stuff with ragged edges and dog tooth marks adorning the remainder. We're going to AZGRC's SwimFest tomorrow and I looked at my blog post of it from last year. Watching Chance made me cry. :(

My best pal moved back home to live with her mom due to her lack of employment. :(

I need a mountain to climb, so to speak.

Blogger won't upload my photos. :( But that's not the mountain I want to climb. (OK, it finally did after an hour! #$*^%^@@)

I hope May is more productive. I'll let you know.

Eventually.

Dog Paddle

Last weekend, Nana and I took the boys to an AZ Golden Retreiver Connection event, their annual Swim Fest. Chance was looking forward to belly-smacking into the pool with a few tennis balls in his mouth and Cody just wanted to doodle around in the water.

It didn't really turn out that way. There were over 100 people in attendance and 79 dogs! it seems that most of the dogs had Chance's idea and most of them were a lot less shy than he turned out to be!

That's Cody up front, sitting on the step. Chance is the three-legged one on the far side of the pool who waffles about getting in on the other side of the pool and eventually does, swimming across the pool, grabbing a pink tennis ball and getting out. That's my puppy! And he's gotten up and come to find me everytime I've played this video because he hears me calling him. He might be a goofball, but he's a good boy and he's ours!

Oh, and the voice you hear most of is moi. Yes, I know that I sound just like Papa Smurf! :(