Last night was a close call. We almost got skunked again. I can't believe there's another Skunk in the neighborhood, and choose our back yard to look for food, or shelter. I was sitting and knitting, watching TV, when Happy and Denny exploded into a frenzied barking madness. I almost broke a DP needle, that's how startled I was. But I was not the only one. The Skunk was just outside the sliding door, and "pooped his pants", because it smelled skunky right away. Even with all the windows closed it was intense. I shuddered, because just five minutes earlier, I let the dogs out to pee one last time. Needless to say, it took them awhile to settle down. They wanted nothing more than to go back out into the darkness, and catch that Skunk.
Earlier that evening, I was mucking around in the kitchen,
making "Strauben". Once in a while we remember food we've eaten a long time ago, in another life, and then I get out my old cook book, and give it a try. These are made with yeast dough, but you can make them with a different dough as well. These should not be eaten more than once in ten years or so. Please don't ask for the recipe. I don't feel comfortable helping to clog your arteries. No nutritious value whatsoever, but delicious nevertheless.
So, while I was in the kitchen, Happy was out on the deck, enjoying the evening sun, his sun bed, and a bone.
Good times! It was only just above freezing, way to cold to sit outside, but he seemed to like it.
Earlier the same day, I was working on my Taygete
I finally finished the garter stitch section, and picked up stitches for the lace part, just to put it away again, because I've got a pattern to test knit. Kanagawa mittens by Kirsten Kapur. I had to cast on right away. No pictures yet, it was late, and I had to start over again. Plus after the Skunk episode, I went to bed to read.