A New Sweater For Idget

Rob says Idget looks ready for the Ivy League in this sweater. I made it with the yarn I had left over from the socks I made Rob a couple of years ago.

How Do I Spin This?

This is how much Idget sheds in just a couple of days. He's not a very large dog, about 15 pounds, but I'm convinced that it would only take a month to get enough yarn for a scarf if I only knew how to spin it!

"Model" Dog

Here's Idget modeling the sweater I designed for him. Rob calls it his fag sweater because I made the neck so big it slides down for an "off-the-shoulder" look. Oops!

I made one for Toaster, too, but he has a heavier coat and doesn't get as cold as Idget, so he rarely wears it. I'll dress him up some time soon so I can get a picture up here.

And by the way, don't let Idget's, "I'm cute, yet suave" expression fool you. Ten minutes before I snapped this, I'd come home to find he'd gotten into the recycling bin, shredded a milk carton and pooped on the couch. Sigh.

It's Always Something...

This morning I discovered that Idget had chewed the ends off my brand new circular needles -- the ones Rob just bought me to replace what was stolen in San Diego. And of course, the pair he decided to make his new chew toy were the ones I was currently using to make a sweater.

Sigh. I'm jinxed.

Idget Is Famous! (sort of)

A friend was watching Bikini or Bust and who should she catch a glimpse of but l'il ole Idget. Woo-hoo! A celebrity in the family.

Bad, Idget. Bad! Bad dog!

Idget is turning out to be way more of a handful than Toaster.

He likes to get in the trash, with a particular penchant for Rob's snotty kleenex and used dental floss. He also like to pee on our bed.

Yep, you read that right. Idget has peed on our bed THREE times.

He is pretty much house-broken, but the second we aren't looking, he sneaks into the bedroom and lets loose on the comforter.

The other night, we didn't discover it till late, and this time it had soaked through the comforter into the mattress. Not what you want to find at bedtime.

Like a true gentleman, Rob offered to sleep on the couch and let me have the joy of sleeping on the half of the mattress that wasn't steeped in urine. I accepted his offer. At least our bedroom has air conditioning!

Idget

We got Toaster a friend. His name is Idget, which is the name he came with. It really fits.

Unfortunately, Idget is the victim of 'second child syndrome.' Even though we got him two weeks ago, we just got around to taking pictures of him.

He's a strange looking dog, which is what I love about him. The woman at the rescue thought he looked like a tall, skinny pig. I think he looks prehistoric. Rob calls him the alien dog.