What Harry thinks about spinning wheels
Suzanne says that this is a dogblog, not a yarnblog--but it's where I spin yarns...and sometimes they are about fiber!
I found out that Harry does know how I feel about my Canadian Production Wheel. We had a guest over for Friday night dinner. Brian usually makes a huge fuss over Harry, but last night, he wanted to make friends with Sally. She was being coy. All went well until right before the guest got ready to leave. Brian went to say goodbye to Sally. Harry lifted his leg and... peed on my Antique Canadian Production Spinning Wheel. Yup. We can only assume he got insanely jealous and went for the negative attention route. He was whisked out of the house without comment while I said goodbye to the guest and then cleaned up a large puddle.
I still hold a grudge, but since negative attention isn't helpful, I'm restraining myself. Good thing I always thought spinning wheels were beautiful tools for spinning and not major works of art. Oddly, the cast-iron treadle looks all shined up--who knew? Boy Dog pee. The newest cleaner? Too Gross.
PS: Yesterday I replaced my own CD drive with a new one, and it works. Who knew a computer could get that dirty inside? Yuck. I'm pretty proud of myself, never thought that CD whirr would be so exciting!