All our dogs, past and present, have had different predilections for things they liked to chew. Susie liked hard plastic toys – preferably complete with batteries. Taz liked rolled up pairs of socks which, miraculously, would pass through him and emerge in the same form at the other end. Stan used to like soft furnishings to name just three. One of Stan’s earliest conquests was a cat shaped doorstop which made me realise how much stuffing actually goes into one of these things
I say he ‘used to like’ but bad habits sometimes just lie dormant .
This blanket was over the back of a chair and not draped across the shoulders of one of my antique mannequins where I displayed it for this photo, which is probably a good thing.
The culprit looked suitably abashed and made a vain attempt to hide although couldn’t resist peeking out to see if we had spotted him.
And just in case you were wondering what had happened to all those ‘Nature’s Walk’ crochet along squares I’m supposed to be joining.
My progress has been somewhat impeded.
Pets. Who’d have ’em?