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Man-dad was in the shower. Madison was snoozing, or so he thought.

Five minutes, an unsupervised pup and a bag of yarn that smelled of H-Mom's hands ... a recipe for mischief.


So much for the first round of H-Mom's Christmas project. She was working on the "3-2-1 and you're done scarf" from the wonderful Laughing Purple Goldfish Designs blog. This was going to be one of the teen-human's Christmas gifts.

H-Mom didn't finish it on time, but she is working on it. Really. The teen-human was very understanding on Christmas morning. Actually, she thought it was funny to open a gift bag with a weird lump of sqiggly something, a ball of yarn, a crochet hook and a photo from the computer. "What is this supposed to be?" she laughed.

Well now, H-Mom is starting over.

Which is okay, because she was crocheting too tightly anyway, as she was often admonished by her grandmother. Grandma Nell taught H-Mom how to do everything that has to do with needlework, even tatting, which is making lace, but H-Mom has no idea how to do that anymore. H-Mom learned how to braid rugs and embroider and needlepoint, knit and crochet and sew. And lots of more things, too, like beading and quilling. She doesn't do any of those things anymore.

So now, a week after Christmas, she can salvage most of the yarn from the tangle of gnawed and unravelled scarf that Madison created. The teen-human gave H-Mom a hug and said, "Don't worry about it, she is just a puppy."

Thank goodness Madison didn't opt for Man-dad's expensive loafers.