Aunty biscuit has some new bamboo socks.  I thought that pandas ate bamboo shoes but as there are no reports of nibbled socks or panda infestations between her toes, I can only assume that I misheard and it is bamboo shoots that they eat. 

It has been another unseasonably chilly start this morning.  Mum took us on our walk wearing her very colourful squared jumper.  Its made in chunky yarn.  She has promised us she will eventually put the pattern on the web site, I’m not holding my breath over it being up shortly.  Aunty biscuit has a similar one with bigger squares –there is a lot more of her to cover- and a different colour scheme.  She says there are two big advantages to it, 1) you can use up loads of part balls from your stash & 2) you only need to use a small amount of a favourite yarn.  

We’re slightly in the doghouse today.  The parish magazine arrived and had been left where we could get our paws on it, so it ended up a bit on the shredded side, although some may call it totally destroyed.  She never learns…. We are however less messy than Jack had been, he managed to disperse an entire bin bag of shredded paper around the entire ground floor of the house. The house looked like it had been covered in snow.  Mum learned from this that shredded paper is not the easiest of things to clear up and can travel amazingly long distances.  Not that we’re competitive, but does anyone know where we can obtain a skip full of shredded paper? (but don’t tell mum).  Jack was our predecessor so we never met him.  He was a slobbery boxer with apparently a really sweet nature. 

I read mums blog on how inspirational spring can be.  My take is slightly different.  Apart from everwhere coming alive and extra birds to woof at, it’s not a time of joy, the heating is turned off, my blanket numbers are cut and I moult and grow a summer coat which is thinner.  But what to do with the discarded hair?