It was a quiet day, which is the best kind for me. I love quiet days.
In the afternoon, I went into my shed and was easily distracted taking pretty pictures of Little Herself.
I particularly love the little black whiskers on both sides of Pepper’s mouth – like dragon whiskers.
She is a dear wee dug with a very forceful personality.
Talking of forceful personalities, there I was stabbing happily away making a sheep when I saw out of the corner of my eye, a white flash wobbling his way along with the whining accompaniment.
So of course Monster then spent his afternoon getting in the way while I removed all the sharp needles that he was determined to sit on.
And then there was the prodding me sharply, endlessly to get my attention.
In the end I gave Monster a dog dental chew to entertain himself with. It seemed to do the trick.
And he happily alternated between eating it and dropping it on the floor.
Obviously, I had to have some undying gratitude.
It was brief, though.
Then Monster wanted to go outside and off he went.
During all this, I managed to make these two. As well as Shetland wool, there’s probably some cat hair in them too.