Joes Cross Stitch.

Joes’ cross stitch.

I did a complicated cross stitch as a gift for Joe when he lost his 2 precious yellow Labs. During the week Sam and Ernie got into my cross stitch basket and tangled the threads, and shredded the pattern. I know the black one instigated it. He heard me coming and was on his bed by the time I got there. “Wasn’t me Mum”

Yeah right. Since when did you have green thread growing from your lip. Drop.Out popped several different coloured threads.

I had trouble with lots of unpicking, but finally only a few details to do. I was really pleased with it. It looked great and I knew Joe would love it.

I was watching T.V. and couldn’t hear Erns. I went to find him. He didn’t appear to have anything and nothing destroyed so I went back to T.V and he followed and lay on his bed beside me.

I heard chewing and a rip. Ernie stop chewing your blanket. Chew..rip..rip. What the heck have you got. Drop.

It was my cross stitch. You little. Bleep…you little.. bleep bleep. Where did you get that!!! I know I put it where he couldn’t get it. You little bleep. I shoved him outside and closed his gate, then the door and curtains. I was furious. All that work. Weeks of work. All those tiny stitches.

Poor Sam ran out of the room in fright. I don’t think I have ever been more angry.

A little later I heard Erns push the gate open so guessed he was sitting on the step. I didn’t care if he sat there all night. He usually scraps loudly on the door. I heard a little tap..tap. Sammy looked into the room. ‘Is it safe Mum”.

Two hours later I thought the cold isn’t good for Erns hips so better let him in. Darn dog. I told him to go to bed and went to get his coat. I came back and he was chewing what was left of the cross stitch again. Well if I thought I could rescue it before there was no chance now.

To add insult to injury several days later it was a lovely day and a friend and I were out walking. Ernie needed to go to the toilet. Cross stitch aida cloth is stringy. After a bit of dancing around in front of other walkers and eeewwwing from us the remainder of Joes cross stitch was in a bag in the rubbish.


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		Joes’ cross stitch. I did a complicated cross stitch as a gift for Joe when he lost his 2 precious yellow Labs. During the week Sam and Ernie got into my cross stitch basket and tangled the threads, and shredded the pattern. I know the black one instigated it. He heard me coming and was on his bed by the time I got there. “Wasn’t me Mum” Yeah right. Since when did you have green thread growing from your lip. Drop.Out popped several different coloured threads. I had trouble with lots of unpicking, but finally only a few details to do. I was really pleased with it. It looked great and I knew Joe would love it. I was watching T.V. and couldn’t hear Erns. I went to find him. He didn’t appear to have anything and nothing destroyed so I went back to T.V and he followed and lay on his bed beside me. I heard chewing and a rip. Ernie stop chewing your blanket. Chew..rip..rip. What the heck have you got. Drop. It was my cross stitch. You little. Bleep…you little.. bleep bleep. Where did you get that!!! I know I put it where he couldn’t get it. You little bleep. I shoved him outside and closed his gate, then the door and curtains. I was furious. All that work. Weeks of work. All those tiny stitches. Poor Sam ran out of the room in fright. I don’t think I have ever been more angry. A little later I heard Erns push the gate open so guessed he was sitting on the step. I didn’t care if he sat there all night. He usually scraps loudly on the door. I heard a little tap..tap. Sammy looked into the room. ‘Is it safe Mum”. Two hours later I thought the cold isn’t good for Erns hips so better let him in. Darn dog. I told him to go to bed and went to get his coat. I came back and he was chewing what was left of the cross stitch again. Well if I thought I could rescue it before there was no chance now. To add insult to injury several days later it was a lovely day and a friend and I were out walking. Ernie needed to go to the toilet. Cross stitch aida cloth is stringy. After a bit of dancing around in front of other walkers and eeewwwing from us the remainder of Joes cross stitch was in a bag in the rubbish.



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