Posts Tagged dog bandanas
I’ve got three dogs and, although we walk through woods at the back of our garden so they are rarely on a lead, I like them to wear a collar with an I.D. tag just in case. They are micro-chipped but, if they were to get lost, not everybody would bother to take them to the vets and have them scanned whereas they might just phone a number.
I’m always buying new collars for them so I thought I’d have a go at making my own. I ordered all the hardware and spent ages choosing grosgrain ribbon to make the webbing look pretty. This is my first attempt and Flo graciously agreed to be the model on this occasion.. This was a very brief moment of stillness – I chose that ribbon with her in mind.
What do you think? I might start making these, along with my dog bandanas, to help raise funds for the Dog Rescue Carcassonne Group here in France.
Here are some Chelsea Football Club supporters who were recipients of specially requested dog bandanas for Christmas.
I wonder whether they know they support Chelsea?
And not to be too biased towards dogs – after all, I do have cats too, I took this photo of my big pyjama case cat, Henry, avidly watching a programme about cats. I thought animals couldn’t recognise stuff like that but he definitely did.
Please excuse the proliferation of gaming gubbins, wires, speakers, remotes, etc. Nothing to do with me. I only know how to work the telly although, since they moved the satellite, we have to do all sorts of twisty turny technical things to receive t.v. transmissions so I had to get a bit more tech savvy quickly if I wanted to watch Downton Abbey and Broadchurch.
I know how to enjoy myself at Christmas. Who cares about mince pies and tins of Quality Street when you can wrestle with six half kilo balls of wool and ginormous needles?
My Mum was here so, as usual, other projects get put on the back burner and I do the sociable thing by joining her in a ‘knit-in’. I was almost finished knitting a jacket (next post) but she was intrigued to see how my mammoth blanket would work out. You may remember me showing you the needles and one ball of wool recently. You take 6 x 450ish grams of wool and a 20mm circular needle and, because you have to knit with 6 strands – one from each ball – careful preparation is needed in order to avoid tangling. As you can see, I have made use of post Christmas Day gift bags to encase three of the six balls and all these go inside a cardboard box. There are other ways of arranging your project but this was sort of the one suggested although the gift bags were my contribution and add a festive touch to the proceedings in my opinion.
Surprisingly, it is not that difficult to wrangle with and I have worked out that, taking an average of 5 minutes per row, the whole thing will take me 13 hours to complete, barring accidents and mishaps (and possibly dogs and cats discovering the hiding place of the box).
The cabling is fun. I declined to buy a 20mm cable needle and am, instead, using the huge crochet hook that you need to help with the initial cast on.
I like the way it’s turning out – the colour is supposed to be a bit tweedy (it’s called ‘herringbone’) but the lighting was pants when I took these photos so you can’t see the little brown and black flecks amongst the grey very clearly.
It will be a good size when it’s finished – 49 x 64 inches – and no sewing up to do which is always a bonus.
It keeps your hands busy and out of the biscuit and sweet tins although I managed to lift a glass or two to my lips occasionally it has to be said.
From time to time we were
disturbed pleased to see visitors and, if accompanied by dogs, they were not allowed to leave unencumbered by a dog bandana after a quick photo session.
Thank you Storm
he wasn’t fed up that’s just what a boxer dog’s face looks like 🙂
Happy New Year to all.
On my recent trip to the U.K., when I was shopping with my daughter, she
forced me persuaded me to buy this outfit. I gave in. Don’t judge me.
As usual, Stan was philosophical about things especially as there was a ball being held aloft for him to lust after.
Flo was more of a struggle which, in the end, proved unequal.
and sometimes, as with Taz, there’s a look in the eyes that tells you a santa hat, let alone a full costume, will not be tolerated.
So, as usual, it’s Stan who proved my best model(allowing me, incidentally, to donate 60 euros so far from the dog bandanas I make in aid of the the local dog rescue) and illustrates my wishes for a Happy Christmas and a Peaceful New Year to all my regular readers, commenters, lurkers, and just dropping byers wherever you are in the world.
Hot on the heels of pole dancing cats here’s another title to tempt you into reading but, this time, it’s for a good cause so I’ll let the dogs do the talking.
Hello! Flo here again, that’s me on the right, occasional guest blogger here.
You may know that, before I was living in the lap of luxury and spoilt to death, I was found wandering on the streets and taken to a dog shelter where the Missus and her family came to find me last New Year’s Day. That’s Stan on the left and he didn’t get as far as a dog shelter because the Missus found him running in traffic and rescued him herself after the registered owner (he was microchipped) didn’t care to have him back. Taz is our other brother and it was a similar story with him. Anyway, the Missus says she can’t possibly adopt any more animals or she will go crazy and, although I can’t begin to understand why that would be, I know she likes to help raise funds for the S.P.A. (Société Protéctrice des Animaux) in Carcassonne, France and she does this with a group called Dog Rescue Carcassonne. You can read about some of the work they do here. Just think, my picture was on there once but I was called Froggy then as they thought the way I sat with my back legs sticking out made me look like a frog. As if!
The Missus likes to sew and she thought she would make some bandanas for stylish dogs, like myself, to wear when we are out to impress. Stan is wearing a rather fetching red one above but, as you can see, I am naked because, although I am the most beautiful of the Missus’ dogs, I can’t possibly stay still long enough to be photographed properly.
So, even though Stan isn’t as gorgeous as me, he will do anything for a tennis ball and, if one is held aloft, he will sit and stare at it forever in the hope that it will eventually be thrown for him. This is what makes him a good model
These fit the sort of collars that our size of dogs wear but the Missus says she will even make them for ‘handbag dogs’ whatever that means.
Then she says she will give the profits to the Dog Rescue Carcassonne to help other dogs find homes and also so that the dogs can be sterilized in order to prevent more unwanted dogs being abandoned and ending up playing with the traffic.
I must say that Stan looks almost handsome and he can’t lose his bandana because his collar threads right through it and, if he rolls in fox poo or goes swimming in the river, the Missus can just wash it in the machine.
That is Stan laughing at the suggestion he might roll in fox poo but I know it’s true because I’ve seen him do it .
I quite fancy that cute one with the deer and owl and kitten so I hope one of those is for me. I don’t know who that is in the photo – perhaps it’s one of those handbag dogs.