Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Darning socks

Bad dog. Shep found J's sock lying on the floor. Socks on the floor are a no-no in our house, but "some" "occasionally" land up there. The floor is the realm of Shep. Anything that is on the floor belongs to Shep. He won't take food off the table, but food on the floor is his. It is in the realm of Shep. When the dog found J's sock in the realm of Shep, he began to love it. He gently caressed it with his teeth until he had a small hole in it. No one noticed, but slowly the small hole became a big hole. When J found the sock it was a sodden mess with a terrible hole in the toe. She quietly hung her head and began to sob. No one noticed at first. It was just a sock. But no. This was the cherished lady bug sock. This sock has history and is loved. The sobbing grew louder and something had to be done. So Tatay got out his trusty red sewing kit, found a darning needle, and began work. JJ supplied some wool. Now the stinky sock (stinky from dog-spit) is ready for washing and wearing.