in my job description

H-Mom has been using that expression a lot lately, but as in: "it's not in my job description." That is the huge hazard of working in a small business. Often times things are not managed in a particularly business-like manner.

But that is HER frustration, not Madison's. The gallery is a wonderful place if you are a dog who prefers to be velcro-ed to your human. The cement floor is nice and cool. There is excitement and there are visitors, but not too much upheaval. The jar of treats is always on the desk, to reward self-control and good "greeting" behavior.


This week, Madison has a new duty. It is "gallery monitor." She has shifted her sleeping place from under the desk to next to the front door. This is rather disconcerting for H-Mom, who is worried that someone will open the door quickly and create a disaster. The street right outside is very busy. There are dogs promenading regularly and lots of tempting bags of food leftovers swinging from the hands of tourists. H-Mom keeps relocating Madison, but she is a stubborn pup and completely confident with her new responsibilities. This is going to take some stern reinforcing.


Right now, there is a sign on the door that says "OPEN." H-Mom is thinking about making a new sign. It will say:
Madison had another duty assigned this week.

H-Mom finally finished the teen-human's Christmas present. It's only February. She is a little bit sheepish, because she hasn't been working very hard on it, but you will remember that version #1 was mangled by Madison. And then H-Mom ran out of black chenille yarn and had to order a skein online, which took a week or so.

It is the 3-2-1 and you're done curlicue scarf from Laughing Purple Goldfish Designs.

So yesterday, Madison was recruited to be a MODEL as well.

Is this is her job description?

She was tolerant and didn't even try to taste-test the curly wool scarf.

She actually looked rather skeptical.

And tired.

And a bit disheveled still from the morning at the dog park.

Don't models get paid lots of money? Don't they get coiffed and shined and polished and adjusted?

Wouldn't someone have fixed that wayward hair above Madison's nose? And cleaned the dog park dust-tears from her eyes?

This is the scarf that H-Mom crocheted. It is in a heavy heather wool with blue and green flecks, with the final row of single crochet in black chenille. The scarf is long and actually weighs a lot. H-Mom thinks it's kind of silly (would be better in a very lightweight synthetic with a giant hook, to make it looser) but the teen-human is impressed. She may never wear it, but she is impressed.

Kisses, Sammy-Jo. Merry Christmas!