marauding fur children
Tue, Mar 26 2013 1:56 PM
I love my two fur children. I do. I have two dogs, sweet mixed breed rescues that have rescued me right back. There have been issues, a few. They're still puppies and a bit mischievous. Back in January I had left a half done quilt rolled up on the dining room table thinking to save some time- I'd get right back to work on it when I got home from work - well, when I got home I found it had been pulled off onto the floor & the batting along one side chewed out... I love them. I do! So, I learned to make sure everything was put away when I've finished for the night. Everything. Nothing lives on our coffee & end tables anymore - they can reach those. Bedroom and bathroom doors (especially the bathroom!) are kept closed at all times.
Now, even though I'm pretty new to this quilting thing, I amassed a pretty good collection of quilting magazines over the last couple of years. Yes, I read about it for a couple of years before taking the plunge and actually making a quilt. There were quite a few patterns that I had bookmarked, with notes about resizing and pattern changes written in the margins... you know what's coming, don't you? These magazines were stacked on a low shelf in my work room. Apparently, either the door wasn't securely latched or sweet little Fred has learned how to open the doors (the door knobs in our house are all the lever type) and has managed to keep that little piece of information to himself. I blame Fred only because his brother Copo Loki (aptly named for the trickster god of chaos) is way too small to reach, no matter how much he stretches. Arriving home from work I thought at first there had been a freak snow storm in my house! Oh! On the enclosed patio and in the back yard, too! Then, I realized the horrible truth... all those magazines, except the two I had with me at the time, were shredded into tiny little pieces and scattered everywhere! I love my boys. I really, really do!
Oh. My. Stars.In future, patterns that I'm interested in will be scanned into my computer. Or copied & attached to a project box if it's gotten that far. And stored on a shelf I have to use a step stool to reach! Considering all the tempting stuff that's in that room, I'm grateful the magazines were all they got and especially that they didn't find something that would have hurt them. But I think I'll be installing a lock on that door, just in case.