And this has been fine, but if we ever did need a handle to pull Bu out of some form of canine stupidity, a collar would be a great choice. So I knit him up an irritant-free collar.
|Thanks for the photo, Catherine. And dude, don't worry - no one wants the ball.|
This actually seemed like a terrific idea right up until the part where I completed it on the dog, in the park, on a cold, windy day, in the presence of other dogs who thought it was part of a great new wrestling game. For that lovely seamless look, I grafted start and finish together using Kitchener Stitch, a technique in which I am not well versed, and which requires that I mutter the steps of each stitch under my breath, like some incompetent sorcerer's apprentice.
During that part it was clearly the single dumbest thing I'd thought up in a long time.
Now (he's asleep), it's looking like a pretty OK idea again. He has a very permanent collar, once I weave the ends in - which I'll do, as soon as he stops being anxious about the inordinate interest I've been expressing in his neck. We'll cut it off him when it gets too grungy. That will take a while - it takes a lot to gross out a dog. And he sure will look fetching for the annual Holiday Coffee and Keep the Dogs from eating the Donuts event tomorrow.