trouble

Someone got into trouble this morning because he forgot his manners.  In his defense, things are massively quiet around here, what with Jackie Boy passing on and Scott in the city all week.  For the most part, we don't get a lot of company. It's easy to understand someone's bad dog behavior enthusiasm when a friend turns up for coffee.  Long story short, someone was scolded.  And then he disappeared, skulking away to sulk and devil the cat.

It just kills me when I find him on the sofa.  He rarely parked his big self on the furniture until Jack died.  Maybe he's assigned himself to filling Jack's 'paws'.

Speaking of paws -

You can't make this stuff up!  He was sitting there, perfectly poised - one 'dainty' paw over the other - "I'll show HER good manners!"  I adore this beast.  There's been some whispering going on to which he cocks his head whenever the word 'puppy' is spoken.  'Rescue dog' doesn't register, and he makes no distinction between Corgi or Jack Russell OR Mutt.  He's lonely and we are getting ready to remedy this.
I'm waiting for the bread to rise.  Upstairs in the sewing room it appears that a bomb has gone off!

Lotsa shakin' and movin' and creatin' going on.  I'd love to see your work spaces in action.  Nearly no one posts the beginning, middle or aftermath of a really jazzy project.  The messier the space, the better the work. 
 My sister is going to celebrate a significant birthday later this week.  Translation: she's now older than dirt!  (it's fun being the baby of the family, a fact that I rarely miss rubbing in)  Anyway, I've been making something for her big day.  Jayne, don't look!

Little Clementine.  I mean to add her name and perhaps a swallowtail butterfly sailing overhead.  Some beads would be nice as well as a bit of quilting.  I need to shake a leg!  I wonder if the bread has risen ... this is the maiden voyage of a gluten-free recipe I am testing for my daughter.  Living a gluten-free lifestyle can be challenging, especially when one has to pass up the bread!  Can you imagine?  I can't.  Keep your fingers crossed ...