I started knitting when my brother’s fourth child was about to be born and needed a blanket of his own. This was about four and a half years ago. I ordered a copy of Knitting for Dummies, because Mom knew how to knit but wasn’t sure how to explain it all to me.
Cricket was still teething. She was five months old and had just finished unraveling a wicker garbage can and eating her way through a miniature pumpkin. So when I dropped my pretty wooden knitting needles on the floor, she saw them as an extra special gift, for her. I kept the remaining shard of wooden needle to remind me to use metal or plastic in the future.
Then Cricket moved on to the yarn. She jumped onto my lap and grabbed the ball of yarn in her teeth and ran with it into my mother’s room. She ran under the bed, leaving a lengthening trail of yarn in her wake, creating a cat’s cradle that wound around the legs of the bed, over to the sewing machine and, eventually, ended up wrapped around Cricket herself, until she couldn’t move for the string around her legs.
That was at least better than when a ball of yarn fell to the floor and I didn’t notice, so instead of running away with it, Cricket chewed on it in peace under my feet, and used her paws and teeth to unravel it until she’d made the yarn into a nice comfy, wet pillow for her head.
Cricket can be anywhere in the apartment, and if I start to knit, within seconds, she’s at my knees, asking me to make room on my lap. Then she leans against my belly and lifts a paw, to push the knitting away. I wonder if she thinks the sweater I’m working on is the equivalent of another dog that I am petting, instead of her, because she asks for scratchies and hugs and if I try to go back to knitting, she puts her paw up again and pushes the yarn and needles away.
I’ve made a lot of knitted blankets and sweaters since then and in every one there are strands of Cricket’s hair, or drops of her spit; like a blessing.
Ha ha – we thought cats whe bad with wool!
It’s possible that she used to think she was a cat. We had a lot of cats in the neighborhood who were just her size.
fun story. Like doing things with a kid in the lap
I bobbed over to say “hello”. I have one question-even your “about” doesn’t say what part of the world you’re in. I assume it is the USA because you don’t use the letter “u” in neighborhood.
I live in New York, where we are currently being soaked. Thanks for asking!
Cool. We’re in Arizona but He was born in Lennox Hill Hospital and grew up in Dobbs Ferry. He’s never taken me to NY but I’ve never taken Him to Mexico where I was born. I couldn’t show Him anyway, I’m a rescue and a product of a Mexican puppy mill.
I have a beautiful neighbor from Mexico, and she’s a rescue too. She might be a Bichon mixed with a miniature poodle, but I secretly think there’s a little bit of baby deer in there too.
She leaves her mark on your knitting.
I imagine Doggy would do the same, he loves to be around when I’m concentrated on something, good thing I don’t knit, I should fake it tho, just to see his reaction.
Cricket thinks that anytime I’m concentrated on something that is not her – I am wrong.
Need more dog hairs to knit–can send! Just let me empty my sweeper…
hah! I saw a show once about a woman who made a business out of spinning pet hair and knitting or weaving it into keepsakes. You just had to collect enough hair to send to her. It looked like it would take a lot of hair.
my Maltipoo, Shijo Kingo looks a lot like Cricket. i’m enjoying reading about her. Team Cricket!
I gave up knitting and crochet many years ago. Playful dogs plus knitting yarn equals confusion…
Or new and exciting designs!