Today, no talk of running, because if you want to hear about running, you should go to the exploding site Runagogo. Seriously, people, that site is a-freaking-mazing. Every time I go visit, which is ALL THE TIME, there are three or four more posts by members. There are ninety-nine posts in just a day! POSTS! And over a hundred comments! And the comments! So good! So encouraging!
I remain amazed by knitters. Always.
However. We're talking about dogs again, because, you know, I rarely talk about knitting. So many of you are knitters, and yet you still come here? I'm not sure I know why, but I'm always ever grateful. Someday I'll show you knitting.
I'll even talk about it for a minute! Two socks at a time in the magic loop method! Dude! That magic loop is damn cool. However, as cool as two socks at the same time are, as fascinating and interesting as they may be, it's not intuitive knitting and I like my socks to be totally brainless. Seriously, and this is truth, my regular toe-up on-two-circs socks I can knit completely in the dark excluding toes and heels. The rest, all by feel.
So suddenly having two balls of wool to deal with, or if you're like me and started at work and didn't have the means or motivation to ball a second amount of wool out of the Trekking XXL skein, and you are knitting with the outside strand for one sock and the inside for the other, then you're effed when it comes to turning the needle around. Always messing with it, untangling, pulling.
I will gratefully finish two socks at the same time, bind them off, sew in the ends and relish in having, very suddenly, a pair. And I will never do it again.
The magic loop method, though, that's rad.
OHMYGOSH! Look how you distracted me from telling you I never write about knitting! Nice job, you. Very tricky.
I was telling you dog stories! Boonie The Amazing Returner has endeared herself to the knit-world. And she's done even more amazing things. I quote from Whosadele, who left this in my comments:
your story kept me going today. My dogs disappeared last night. At
11:00pm the gate was open and the dogs were gone without a trace. My
old, too old to be running around, Springer mix and our
one-year-old-on-Friday lab aussie mix. That girl has always been a
runner, the old boy will sit in the open gate and wait all day for
someone to come home and close it for him.
My husband went walking too
look for them, then went driving, then I went driving and calling their
names until 2:00am. Up before dawn this morning, I was thinking of your
wonderful Boonie story, I kept thinking: three days, three days, they
found her after three days. I stayed home from work. I remembered
someone called after seeing the posters, so I made posters, I waited
for a call, I looked out the window, I called shelters, I thought about
Boonie. I drove around more, I gave posters to every postman I saw,
stopped at the vet, went to the city shelter, the county shelter and I
cried. I ch
ecked every lump, branch, and garbage bag along the road, relieved that
none of the lumps was a dog.
I kept thinking of your story with a happy
ending, three days. I called the answering machine, there was a
message, “I have two dogs in my front yard with your phone number…”
Bobbie, as sweet a lady as could be, had seen them in her front yard
and decided they ought to be tied up and she called me. I can’t believe
the old dog made it that far, six miles, he pants after walking two
blocks. He couldn’t even get into the car, I had to lift him in, they
both fell asleep on the way home and then I had to lift the old boy out
of the car. I am relieved that they stayed together and that they
wandered into the yard of a sweet pet loving person. Thank you for the
inspiration, I needed it today.
Isn't that the best? Yay!
And if you want more, I've been enjoying Erika's How to Return Dogs Saga. Follow up story here. Seems she has a problem collecting dogs on accident, and has a 100% success rate in returning them to their rightful owners. We heart that.