July 25, 2006
I am calling this sock the miracle sock because it has survived not one, but two close encounters with The Destroyer. On Saturday evening while I was in the kitchen making dinner, Cowboy ate another pair of dpns out of this sock. Thank goodness I had the foresight to buy two pairs when I went to York a while back. At the rate I am going, I am definitely not going to be in the running for knitting the most socks for the Summer of Socks contest. I will be happy if I can just finish this one pair without any more dpns being ruined.
Cowboy has been acting out quite a bit all of a sudden - I just came down from upstairs, where he was with me for most of the time, and he had taken 1/2 a package of toilet paper I had just brought up but hadn't put away yet from the upstairs bath down to the living room and proceeded to tear it apart. I never suspected a thing.
Why are they always so happy about the destruction they cause? He was jumping up and down like a typical JRT, so proud of what he had accomplished. Hmmm...... I know it's a tantrum because I was working on something and he wanted attention and most likely to go outside. Please someone tell me I will survive this period?