Creating Bunnies – A Work In Progress

It’s been a busy week.  We had one of our favourite visitors who needed to be loved to bits especially because she always leaves a little treat :-) &Danella 8 July 2014 There were many walks to be taken.  We went to the dog park and the beach.  We made new friends and met up with some old ones too.  We did training.  And despite all this busyness and exercise, Siddy keeps right on growing.  He now weighs over 4 kg.  He is becoming a ‘big boy’. We’ve been concentrating on trying to convince puppy that jumping, biting, licking and whining at every one who enters the house is not a good idea.  Cries of “No, stop, cease, desist!” just weren’t working so we were forced to listen to the training experts and do the whole tuck hands away and ignore procedure.  It worked remarkably well and Siddy has learnt to wait mostly patiently for whatever attention or activity is about to be offered.  Life is slowly gaining some order I thought to myself smugly. Then Siddy surprised himself – and me most of all – when he discovered he could jump onto the lounge chairs. on a chair 18 7 14 Once he was on a chair, things that once were safe became decidedly at risk

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Orlando is cool with it all though.  He has his trusty right hook and knows how to use it!  Wap, wap wap!!  We have head butts and nose touches and even a little leaning in for a nuzzle first thing in the morning.  Puppy has lowered his energy and is calm and quiet [mostly] around the cat.

In the evenings I have been busy learning how to make knitted bunnies for a project I am working on.  [Teaser: The project is a very long overdue secret gift for two blogger friends!]  As this particular creative process wasn’t anywhere on my radar until it was suggested, my crocheted mandala is still on the back-burner – well off the stove altogether if I am honest – as Siddy found the beginning rounds I had made and disappeared with them under the sofa, where I eventually discovered them chewed to a felted, matted mess.

The suggestion and pattern link was sent to me by my new friend Gallivanta at Silkannthreades  I got the germ of a good idea and another great blog to follow  :-)  Heaven!  First I made this bunny as per the recipe


So cute huh?  You just knit a square, run a few stitches and voila a bunny :-)  But way too big for what I have in mind.  I wondered if a crochet bunny would do it – so I made this one


Sorry about the very poor shot – Suffice to say it didn’t work.  The crochet left too many gaps and the bunny was still too big – and anyway this is what happened to him


Next I made two much smaller bunnies and finally arrived where I wanted to be  - Meet the little Hug Bunnies


I haven’t made pom-poms for many years, but it’s a bit like riding a bike and a happy hour was spent making bunny tails.

And finally, the second successful set – even smaller:


I’m quite pleased with them, they look really cute and are completely unsuitable for anything else except looking cute!

So that is step one of the project completed, the next bits should be quite straight forward.  Stay tuned.

Thanks for coming by today, I love that you did!  :-)

Blog Hop Around The World

‘The meaning of life is to find your gift.  The purpose of life is to give it away.’  - William Shakespeare

My friend Boomdeeadda invited me to join in the fun and made a lovely introduction for three of us in her last blog post.  Boomdee is a Canadian blogger with an amazing eye for colour, form and detail in her paper crafting.  She once sent me a gift that included a handmade paper bag that was so intricately made, full of fine detail including special words and images that fit me perfectly – it was awe inspiring – really!  It still sits on a shelf in my art room and is often picked up and admired!  Boomdee is genuinely sweet and kind and generous and is much loved by her many followers.  If you have never met her you really must pop over and say hello and tell her I sent you!


Gift Bag from Boomdeeadda

I have to answer four questions for this Hop – so here we go:

Why Do I Create What I Do?

I have spent the past few years working as a Life Coach.  Much of my life has been spent helping others move from despair into positivity and contentment and healing.  First, of course, I had to start with myself.  Part of my personal process was painting. I painted huge landscapes, often empty, but full of potential.  I painted the sea – it’s changing colours and patterns and the vast sky above it with all its changing colours and moods.  I painted for a year and In a manner of speaking I painted myself back to health.  I put it away for a time, and went back out into the world but then as life began to slow down and as I prepared for retirement, I found myself returning to it.  This time I started painted whimsical faces and little mantras, sentences that mean something to me or are especially formulated for someone I know who would benefit from this thought.  Some are quotes from others, some are my own words.  It just depends.

How Does My Creative Process Work?

There is no one way into a painting.  Sometimes I have a quote I want to use and that is my starting point – I simply lay some colour down and see where it takes me.  Other times I start with a painting and wait for the quote to reveal itself.  Sometimes I collage a background first, other times I paint the face then create the back drop as an after thought.  I have favourite colours that I return to again and again – and then I will challenge myself and pull out a different palette to see what emerges.  Again, it just depends……

How Does My Work Differ From Others of It’s Genre?

‘Beauty is not in the face.  Beauty is a light in the heart’  - Khalil Gibran

I have no idea how to answer this question.  There are a lot of women working in a similar fashion to me, some are really well known.  I am not. I wonder if my intent makes my work different.  I want my painting to offer something deeper than just a pretty picture – I want it to wake you up, touch you in some subtle way, lift the spirits, speak to a quiet hope.

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Selection of mixed media paintings

What Am I Presently Working On?

I am currently finishing off some organisers to put in my Etsy Shop.  There won’t be any more – these have been quite a challenge to get made!  I have begun work on a small gift idea that I picked up recently from another of my favourite bloggers which keeps me busy in the evenings and am re-finishing a small book that just needed a little something extra – I am terribly sanguine in my creating at the moment – blame it on ‘puppy brain’ – there must be such a thing!

I am mumma to a new puppy and it would seem that he is my current work  He certainly takes up the majority of my time.  I have two more paintings currently sitting in my head and several more little craft projects I really want to get on with too – but……. time is scarce and here is why:

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Siddy the Mi-tzu Pup

The delightful Siddy who elicits the excited cry which all fans of ‘Despicable Me’ are familiar with “He’s so fluffy I could die!”  [And please, we mustn't forget Orlando, the beautiful boy who sits on the header to this blog - currently very hard done by and not very pleased with the way his home and mumma have been usurped.]

Enough about me and my pseudo-grandbabies, let’s move on……  because now it is my absolute pleasure to introduce you to two more ‘down-under’ bloggers both of whom I really admire.

We are popping over to Australia first – to Tasmania actually, where the redoubtable narf77 – otherwise known as Fran – writes a weekly post about her life and escapades in her totally random and vastly amusing style in her blog ‘The Road to Serendipity.

Fran’s writings often feature her husband Stevie-boy, no slack hand with a whittling knife and a guitar, and Earl and Beziel their poor benighted  energetic dogs.  A student of something which I really don’t understand, a pretty knowledgeable horticulturist, permaculturist, gardener, avid shopper for exotic foodstuffs,  keen cook and pinterest surfer, Fran’s blog is never without a cup of humour, a dash of introspection and more than a tablespoon or two of common sense.

NB:- These pictures don’t show the ‘common sense’ aspect:


Used with permission from Serendipity Farm


Used with permission from Serendipity Farm

If you want to know what these photos are about pop on over.  If you time it right – and maybe even if you don’t – there is sure to be a glass of wine or two offered …….

Next we will zoom back to New Zealand and visit the top of the South Island where Wendy resides on her quarter acre piece of paradise with her husband and cat.

In her blog Quarter Acre Lifestyle, Wendy posts about living frugally, recycling and growing and preserving as much of their own food as possible.  She shares recipes and how-to’s, brings our attention to different life-styles, choices and options and wings her way into our hearts with her kind and caring heart.  Wendy is also a talented crafter and artist – though I know she will deny that.

This is a Wendy do-up and make-over:

Used with permission of Quarter Acre Lifestyle

Wendy’s latest post is about her first attempt at soap making – it seemed to go quite well, except for the part about the cat……….. Looks good enough to eat don’t you think?

Used with permission of Quarter Acre Lifestyle

I do hope you will pop into Wendy’s place for a visit – she is a treasure and is sure to offer a cup of tea and show you you her amazing stash of preserves and alcoholically dazed fruits.  Enjoy!!

That’s it from me and my little part in the great ‘Blog Hop Around the World’ – which was I know just a sojourn in the southern hemisphere – my northern hemisphere choices were AWOL, I expect it’s all that lovely summer weather they are enjoying!   But, please do pop over to these two blogs next Monday and see where they take you next.

Thanks for coming by today, I love that you did!  :-)

The Path to Friendship

First there was a tetchy cat and a leaping puppy

The tetchy cat batted at the puppy’s nose.

The puppy whimpered and sat down – and became still.

The cat was amazed and hit him again.  And again.  Wap, wap, wap!

The puppy became very quiet.  The cat was no longer tetchy, in fact he was quite pleased with himself………

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Until the puppy became just a little too keen and eager again………..

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Thanks for coming by today, I love that you did!  :-)


When opposites collide


I’m putting this post up for you all my dearly beloved readers for two reasons: Reason one, the post is partly about us here at the Contented Crafter and amused me greatly :-) Reason the second: If you haven’t ever come across the mighty narf77 and her side-kicks the highly talented whittler and quietly long-suffering husband Stevie-boy, Earl the ADHD dog of unknown parentage and Beziel, the older, longer-suffering first dog of Serendipity Farm, then you are missing out! Fran’s weekly posts of life at Serendipity Farm in Tasmania are filled with their random exploits, her philosophical musings and a good dash of wicked humour and general hilarity – this post is no exception. Enjoy :-)

Originally posted on theroadtoserendipity:

Hi all,

This blog post is late. It is late because we have been studying hard all day and only just realised that I had to post my blog post today! EEK! The images of Sir Stevie-boy and Ms narf taken in homage to Ms Pauline, Mr Orlando and Sir Siddy are the result of very tired students who are three sheets to the wind as they haven’t had their dinner yet but have certainly not missed out on some wine…here’s hoping Ms Pauline is amused rather than mortified ;). On to the actual post…

We all have this “thing” where we look at other people’s lives or what they do and we add a little touch of fairy dust and “POOF!” that other person’s life is suddenly SO much better than our own. That old saying “you can’t truly know a man till you walk a mile in his…

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Another Update, In Which Siddy Goes To The Beach

As his twelve week birthday approached, young Siddy seemed to suddenly get the hang of several things.  Most importantly, potty training got finally sorted when he understood that weeing in general didn’t earn a treat, but weeing in a particular place did.  That bit of penny dropping quickly extended to pooping – I am escorted proudly to the spot by an excited puppy who trots around in ever decreasing circles waiting for the reward that is rightfully his.  We are all most pleased with this new found clarity :-)

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We visited his friends at the vet’s where Siddy got his next lot of shots and a check up and weighed in at double the weight he was on his previous visit a month earlier.  At this rate he will grow up to be a proper sized dog!

In this land-mark twelfth week we also learned how to be mostly nicely behaved in the creative room.  This allowed much progress to be made – here are three teaser shots




In his thirteenth week Siddy finally understood that sitting as quietly as possible when Orlando came by earned him a nose to nose meeting.  Unfortunately for Siddy, Orlando doesn’t always choose to acknowledge the seated and barely controlled little pup waiting hopefully for his morning kiss.  But we all live in hope that Orlando will climb down from his high horse of indignation at some stage and gracefully capitulate and allow the little fellow to shower him with love.

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At around 8 every evening a little ritual takes place that I hope to be able to capture on film when the light is better.  Pup gathers, one by one, his favourite toys.  They get a vigorous shaking and are placed in carefully chosen spots at the base of which ever piece of furniture Orlando is seated atop.  This is accompanied by much growling and excited whimpers and dashings to and fro.  Orlando leans forward in an interested, but dignified manner, keeping an alert eye on the minutiae of the operation.  When enough toys are arranged and pup is pleased with his work, he gives them all a final dust-up, an encouraging growl and then abruptly sits down and looks up at the cat.  At which point Orlando pretends to be not at all interested and Siddy lies down to wait for his gift to be accepted.  Generally nothing much happens for the next five to ten minutes, then Siddy gathers up all his toys and returns them to bed and basket, or scatters them about my feet.  I am appreciative and he soon perks up.

But you can see from this, that Orlando has still not relented his stand – however, we are undeterred and Siddy and I live in hope.

In the time Siddy has been here our daily walks have extended from half blocks to full blocks, two blocks, three blocks.  Then we started measuring in terms of how long we were out for. First walks of five minutes extended to fifteen minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes. We explored our immediate neighbourhood thoroughly and began to go further afield. Walks of forty-five minutes took us quite far and finally an hour saw us venturing past the local shopping centre and up the hill.

As he got stronger, he got faster.  Our slow perambulations became brisk walks.  Siddy knew his routes, he was in charge, I was hanging onto the lead and being towed along behind.  I heard myself considering getting a pair of roller blades so he could tow me. My wee fella was ready for a new adventure.

With YD and her posh new camera in tow, two days ago on a warm almost summery morning, we set off for the beach.

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Siddy discovered seaweed

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And met his first other dog, a noble and gentle role model


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and another, bouncier friend came to say ‘Helloooo!’ and beam for the camera



We walked through ‘the sticks’ all that is left of an old pier.  I was heading one way



but Siddy went the other



The outing was a huge success!

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It was so grand that we went back today, in quite different weather conditions and walked mostly off leash for an hour and twenty minutes!  Pooped puppy, pooped Mumma!

Thanks for coming by today, I’m so happy that you did!  :-)

An Update On A Cat and A Dog

I knew I was long overdue for a post.  It was on my mind to write one, but so is getting Narf77′s organiser finished and off to her.  Time for these things can only be snatched in small increments it seems when you have a puppy.  And a petulant cat.

But Laurie over at Life On the Bike and Other Fab Things asked how we were all doing this morning and spurred me into action.  So immediately I had cleaned out the potty, petted the cat, cleaned up the accidental pee from over excitement at the thought of getting at the cat – [Siddy, not me!], bathed the dog, dried the dog, brushed the dog, petted the cat, washed the floor, retrieved and put my shoe away again, fed the cat, thrown a ball for the dog and carried/danced the cat around the house with Bruce belting out on the stereo just because he likes that and retrieved the torn up paper scattered about the house by the dog whilst cat and I were dancing, played with the dog again because he obviously felt left out, IMMEDIATELY I had sorted all that, I sat down to write this post.

It’s nearly mid-winter here at the bottom of the world.  The days are short.  The weather is variable.  Four seasons in one day is common place – those Finn Brothers are after all from here, they knew what they were talking about!

I’m looking forward to the return of longer days.  My mantra is ‘When it’s spring Siddy will be able to ……..When it’s spring Siddy won’t do …….. When it’s spring Siddy will be ready to ….. When it’s spring Orlando will be able to cope with Siddy’s energy!’

Siddy has lived here for three weeks.  Just three weeks.

This was Orlando and me before

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This is us after

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Siddy still hasn’t had all his puppy shots and my vet strongly recommends keeping outings to a minimum until he is fully protected.  Isn’t it odd – I don’t believe in vaccinating babies – and didn’t – but I am doing as I am told with a puppy.  I live in an urban area and I don’t want to take any risks.  No dog parks or beach walks for us yet, just surreptitious little outings around the block when the coast is clear.

Also, our puppy classes have been delayed due to illness.  So I have to be creative in keeping my puppy exercised and happy and busy.  Luckily for me, Will over at Marking Our Territory got himself another new pup just recently and, as it was mostly his fault that I stopped thinking about it and actually went out and got my own new pup, I shamelessly follow along and copy everything he does.

Will is an excellent dog owner and he does ‘training’ sessions. So we do ‘training’ too.

‘Training’ works really well.  Siddy can ‘sit’ on command, ‘stay’ and ‘come’ when called.  He has learned to ‘lie down’ with the movement of my hand – no voice – and almost has the idea of ‘rolling over’ also with just a hand movement.

He is brilliant at training, possibly the cleverest little puppy in the whole world and we are both most pleased with him!

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Then someone else enters the house and it all goes over his head straight out the window, through the door and down the street!  We just have a mad whirligig of a leaping, yelping, whimpering, bum waggling, cannon ball of white and black fluff.

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We also do ‘leash training’.  Leash training works quite well too.  We do it in the house, up and down the hallway, round the living room, out into the courtyard and the car port area.  We walk beautifully together up and down the path between the two houses that share this section.  I walk along with a loosish lease, head up, a certain briskness in my feet and puppy trots along beside me.  Head up, close in, neither ahead or behind.

It is textbook perfection.  Someone should video this to show everyone else how easily it is all done.  Siddy and I are one, trotting happily up and down the pathway, a brief rest at each end for a treat and we head off again for another twelve metre stint.

When we do actual ‘leash walking’ it is entirely a different story.  There are smells, lamp-posts, distractions galore.  This photo is from the day he came home, nothing much has changed.

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Siddy is now 11 weeks old.  He has almost doubled in size.  In no time at all he will look like a real dog and less like a stuffed toy.

Before he was unaware of anything except what was in front of his nose, now he is aware of outside sounds and noises and comings and goings.  He stands on alert when a car pulls up, a voice is heard.  He told me when a pot in the kitchen was boiling over. How’s that for smarts?

He loves to steal my shoes from my bedroom and refuses to believe I mean ‘No!’. Probably because I think the sight of a small rotund puppy, head held high, red suede shoe firmly held aloft, scampering down the hallway as fast as his little legs will carry him is hilariously funny.


He has been stood on a hundred and six times and still doesn’t get that being underneath my feet in the kitchen is not a good idea.  Every time he gets stepped on he yelps loud and long.  I expect to get arrested for puppy beating at any moment.

Siddy LOVES Orlando.  Siddy wants Orlando to play with him just as Mr Fox and Ms Bunny do


Orlando is still living in hope that Siddy will disappear as suddenly as he arrived.

“Oh, good heavens – it’s STILL here?”



Orlando has come a long way though.  Whilst still preferring high places, the top of the fridge and the top of the hutch have all been cleared of their pretty and useful things in order to make them pet friendly areas, he does come a bit closer to the floor from time to time:

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Sometimes he allows his rather luscious and luxurious tail to droop towards the floor, which drives a little pup into a frenzy of leaping and whimpering and scrambling about for a foothold.  Yes, there is a bit of teasing going on because – well after all – there is always a wee pup not too far away………….

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There is a nice morning ritual that has been in existence for about ten days now.  Orlando is on his kitchen bench, I pick up Siddy and hold him, waiting for him to become quiet – or at least quieter than moments before.  When he is satisfied at the energy level, Orlando stretches his head toward the quivering, barely controlled puppy and they touch noses.

Puppy usually explodes with joy at this point and is quickly replaced on the floor before he bursts and Orlando quietly sets about partaking of first breakfast.

The first time it happened my heart burst with joy too – it was a small miracle.  It felt like a  forward movement – maybe not peace, but at least a cessation of armed combat.  It’s been getting better and better ever since.

I no longer have to go and search for Orlando outside and carry him to his eating place or resting place.  He comes in the door now despite the capering, happy puppy standing right there.  He simply jumps over him and up onto a higher place.  He asks for hugs and dances and cuddles again and even acquiesced to a brushing, provided I did it on the table top and not on the floor.  I used to have a rule about Orlando and table tops.  It has been slowly eroded over the past year or so and now has vanished entirely out the window along with all Siddy’s cleverness at tricks when visitors come calling.

I feel my life organisation skills have been all out of sync lately.   I did a lovely make-over and then got a puppy.  Something is truly wrong about that progression!  So much for being an example to my clients :-)

Yesterday when I was conducting ‘training’ with Siddy, Orlando lined up for treats too. Despite refusing to ‘sit’, ‘down’, ‘stay’ or ‘come’ he got some.

Time in the creative room is severely curtailed.  Last time I managed a couple of hours which pleased me greatly, but that was four days ago and, between pets, visitors and clients, I haven’t been back since.

One of my mantras is ‘When spring comes I’ll be able to spend more time creating’.

I live in hope that one day soon I shall publish a one photograph, no word post on this blog.  It will simply be a cat and a dog sitting side by side.

Thanks for coming by today, I love that you did!

A Short History of Siddy and Some Other Things

There was life BS and now there is life AS.

There exists a photo taken the day before I met Siddy for the first time in which I am lolling back on my chair with a large, sleepy cat purring and wuffling softly on my lap. My YD was checking out her old camera prior to passing it on to me as she had just purchased her lovely posh new one.  Despite this being her old and now not good enough camera, it goes better than mine ever did.  She took a photo and shot a short video on a day that we did not then know was the last day of life BS.

I’m not going to show you the photo or the video as neither is the least bit flattering and I still have a modicum of vanity about my appearance!  Suffice to say I don’t loll well!!

I shall forever treasure that shot however for it records life BS and that may well be the last time I loll any where or indeed have a large and heavy Maine Coon purring and wuffling contentedly in my lap!

Yesterday Orlando stayed inside for the first time – though never in the lounge – at least on the kitchen counter or [poutingly] in his window or in my work room.  Every time he moved Siddy bounced joyfully towards him and we all went back to square one.

Orlando decided his window seat was the only place he could be

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You would have to be pretty insensitive if you do not recognise that this is not a place he is staying because he wants to, but a place he must be because he is a put-upon cat and has nowhere else left to go – this is all that is left to him!!!!

It is very sad!  But then this afternoon there suddenly appeared to be this option too – which has a slight irony to it………Tig on fridge2

I spent an hour this morning re-housing containers of embellishing items and various photos from the top of the tall dresser in my work room and laying a sheepskin rug there instead.  After much coaxing I got Orlando to look at it and even to step onto it – but it wouldn’t do as the puppy was bouncing around on the floor whining that he was missing out on something and Orlando felt the need to exit the building again.

It is a week today since I first met my little black and white ball of fluff and went ‘sqeeeeee!’  The ‘sqeeee’ hasn’t stopped – he is totally gorgeous and when he turns those bright black eyes on me I just melt all over again.  I am sad about my big boy though, as I hate to see him so discombobulated and tense.  I really thought his natural tendency to zen out would see him through, aided by loads of extra attention and reassurance and all those good things – but now I wonder if he is just being bloody minded!

Despite all this tension in our normally content household I have begun a painting:


I hadn’t painted anything except organiser covers since February – I hadn’t even used my lovely new pencils that I purchased in Wellington at the end of March – I was worried I had forgotten how to draw and paint……..  But no, she’s got potential and I just have to become enlightened about what to do with her next.

And I have managed to finish this gorgeous thing as well, working away in the few quiet moments I get in the evenings – though I may decide to put another white double-row of scallops around the edge to finish off my finishing off  :-)

Bavarian Rug finished

Its rather large, coming in at 1.30 m [approx 50" for you imperialists] and it is a square, despite the camera making it look like a rectangle.  It is texture rich, reversible, and weighty.  If I ever get my bedroom done up the way I would like to, this will look fantastic on my bed!

In the meantime I have to keep it safe from puppy love….

“Are you really, really sure you don’t want me to pull it? Tug it?  Shake it? …. I can you know, it’s no trouble at all…..  You don’t?  Unbelievable!!  What on earth is it for then?”

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If you want to have a go [and I don't mean 'a go'  in a Sddy kind of way - I mean in a relaxed and crocheting kind of way] at this gorgeous Bavarian Rug for yourself check out Dani’s tutorial.  I am just going to keep right on making things using this stitch – I love it to pieces!!

Bavarian Rug texture

Siddy went to make friends with the folk at our Veterinary Practice on Tuesday.  He was very happy to be there and went from person to person most amiably – I was happy to have a break quite honestly.  He had put on 800 grams in 8 days.  That’s 100 grams a day – in no time at all he will be a giant!  His big sister YD dropped in to see him after her shift last night and said she thought his tail was longer and thicker.  I hadn’t noticed, but this morning on really looking, I think that is where the 800g has gone!  I also wonder how much weight he would put on if he ever sat still………

As I have never given you the full details – and some of you want to know I’m sure :-) here is the background and story of how Sid-Arthur arrived in our lives.

Siddy is short for Sid-Arthur.  Sid-Arthur is a play on ‘Siddhartha’ the prince who became the Buddha.  The name came about because the first time we met the wildly energetic ball of fluff, I was allowed to hold him and he settled and became still and quiet in my arms and the pet shop owner observed that ‘he looks just like a little Buddha….’

Siddy’s mother is a Maltese Terrier X Shih Tzu, variously known as a Matzu, Maltzu or a Mitzu.  Dad is a Lhasa Apso.  All I know is there’s an awful lot of terrier in this boy!

Both the Shih-Tzu and the Lhasa Apso began life as Temple Dogs and are named after Lions, who are revered for their courage and large hearts.  Both these traits are easily seen in my little fellow.  Being just a babe he is courageous to the point of fool-hardiness, but time and experience will temper that.  His large heart is seen in his unabated joy and enthusiasm for EVERYTHING!

Sometimes I just stand and watch pure joy in action.  I thought I was good at living in the moment – I discover I still have much to learn!!  Courage is seen when he lines his tiny body up to get down steps or in the past two days, off the chair.  He jumps.  All four legs work at it, the front two go up and out and the back two propel him high into the air and he sails bravely forth with more speed and height than is really required and lands, increasingly gracefully, on the spot he set his eyes upon.  It is impressive, it is courageous, it is funny!

Siddy was born on Friday April 4th 2014.  I found him on Friday 30th May when he was exactly 8 weeks old.  He came to live with me the next day.  The moment my daughter knew he was coming home with me was a moment I missed.

I had met him and cuddled him and returned him to his pen with his two brothers.  We walked off with the pet shop owner to look at equipment that might be required if I was going to commit to a puppy.  Still deep in conversation we returned to the front of the cage where YD observed the pup stop still in the midst of his playful brothers and with a look of pure joy launch himself happily towards me, his eyes fixed on my face.

I thought he was the most gorgeous bundle of energy I had ever seen – but I was intent on getting an older, female dog – and I preferred a Bichon or Bichon-Shih-Tzu X; the ‘Teddy Bear’ dog, or a Labradoodle or a Spoodle.  I thought a girl and the more mature energy would be easier for me and Orlando to cope with.

Three weeks previously I had had an odd experience regarding an older Bichon girl who had been picked up by the pound.  I had made inquiries and been told she was not suitable for re-homing.  Three days later I found out the Dog Rescue people had taken her.  I made contact, saying I was interested, but heard nothing back.  Ten days later I discovered a message in my facebook message box which had somehow got buried beneath others and had been there for a week, advising me the dog would be re-homed and asking if I was interested in applying formally.  Of course I had responded immediately, but it was too late – she had found her forever home.

I was puzzled – this was the perfect scenario for us, why had it not happened?  Obviously she was not meant for us – but she had fit my order perfectly!

I wrestled all night long with committing to a puppy – a huge undertaking, no matter how cute he was!  Full commitment came when I was delivered a waking picture in my mind of a little black and white puppy all alone in a pet shop cage after his two brothers had gone to their forever homes and his intended forever home had said no.

I was In!  YD told me he was already In! and she saw the whole thing as being Inevitable!  And so Sid-Arthur came home.

My postcard prints of ‘Choose Joy’ finally arrived today.  Time to get those organisers made for those of you who are waiting – and then into the Etsy Store too!

Thanks for coming by today, I love that you did!