Happy Friday!

I'm so tired - I watched the end of Frazier last night (of course) and was about to fall asleep when I saw I had a voicemail from the Girlchild. I hadn't heard the phone ring earlier. She was calling to tell me she had a line on a possible rental for next year, and then segued ever-so-smoothly into her latest obsession: Getting a dog.

She really wants a dog. She has dog fever. She's looking for a rental that will allow one, and since she'll be a senior next year and her class schedule is relatively light she would have time to train one, so I'm not totally against the idea. But I spent a half hour struggling to talk her in off the Golden Retriever Ledge. I understand the craving for a golden - she grew up with one, they are simply the best dog in the high-energy, let's go, what are we going to do next, Frisbee-chasing tennis-ball-chewing will swim for hours and sheds like nothing you've ever seen category of dogs. I adore Goldens, but I don't think this is the kind of dog she needs at this point in her life, when she doesn't even know what city she'll be living in after graduation and vacuuming isn't one of her favorite pastimes. I'm trying to point her at smaller, lower maintenance, somewhat less energetic dogs - pugs, French bulldogs, Bostons - a dog that will adapt to apartment life and working mommy life, because the odds are high that she will be a working dog mommy in an apartment - somewhere, God knows where - after next May.

So the dog discussion kept me awake past ten and then the resident bossy dog woke me at 5 for a call of nature, so dogs ruined my sleep. Yet I love them all.



I finished the last - yes, I swear it really is the last this time - cat blanket while watching Frazier, and this morning while cruising the blog ring I grabbed some stash wool and started experimenting with a round crocheted bag. The yarn I'm using, Plymouth Charisma, tends to fuzz a lot in felting and normally I am very anti-hairy-bag, but right now I'm just noodling with the concept so I don't care. I'm thinking of a round bucket like the woven sisal bags I bought a couple of weeks ago, and I'm betting that in double-crochet it'll be a breeze. I need to felt something. I haven't felted in a long time and as any felting junkie knows, once you get it in your blood you just have to do it.