(Photo courtesy of Jana Jezkova Jr., Glen Albyn Beardies)
Isn't she cute? It's official -- I'll be bringing this little girl home with me! A BeardieList friend from the Czech Republic just brought this puppy's sister home to Prague over the weekend. The littlest girl is almost as big as the others, and she is going to her new home on Sunday. The little boy has a show home waiting for him in England, so he won't have to travel far to get where he's going.
The registered names will all have a storm theme to them, since the kids were born in a real howler of a storm. The little girl in Prague, whose call name is now Buffy, will probably be registered as Breaksea November Rain, after a song by Axl Rose. I submitted a few suggestions to the breeder, and will find out soon which one she picks.
I've decided to hold off on our puppy's call name until I meet her. Every day I favor different names, and I've narrowed the list down to a few dozen. Seamus's name just occurred to me the morning after his first night with us. The same thing might happen after my first night up in Wales with all the Breaksea Beardies. I'll probably wake up the next morning and just know what her name is, just as I did with Seamus.
The trip itself doesn't quite seem real to me yet, in spite of all the shopping and all the preparations. I picked up my British pocket money at the bank today and made reservations for the night before my flight at a hotel near my office building. I'll park my car at my office for the week I'm gone and take the company limo into Logan Airport. Bless their hearts, they were happy to let me bring the puppy on the trip home! The Sherpa bag that my friend Kathy loaned me will come in handy after all. (Greg offered to meet us at the airport, but I won't drive in there if I don't have to, so why put him through that misery when he could be comfortably at home, chilling the champagne instead?)
And Speaking of Bags...
The felted ones, that is. Two of the three have reached their new homes, and the crowds are going wild! Both Kathy and Jody have received theirs and are simply over the moon about them. It makes me happy to know that my knitted pieces are going to loving adoptive homes. Now to get Susannah's on the needles... which I'll do as soon as I can bear to put the rust-colored socks down!
The Bargain Hunters' Triumphant Return
Dale and I did what any red-blooded knitters would do on New Year's Day: we went on a road trip to Patternworks in NH to take advantage of their 20%-off-on-the-store sale. I told Greg I was planning to go there to pick up Only One Thing, a blocking board big enough to hold sweaters. (He didn't say "Yes, dear," or even "Yeah, right," but he had a perfect right to think either one.) In spite of the several rooms' worth of 20-percent temptation surrounding me, I was astonishingly good: I picked up a plastic Balene 11" circular so I could work on my socks on the plane next week, plus a few more balls of sock yarn and some small-sized stitch rings and rustproof T-pins for the board.
Dale was likewise pretty well-behaved, but she has all she needs to start on her next sweater project. All we need now is the time to knit!
We have the best road trips, though. Since coffee is the most important meal of the day, we ended up stopping at the Wolfeboro Dunkin' Donuts for refills (twice!), and had a wicked good Mexican lunch at the Bad Moose Cafe in Moultonboro. (Get the chicken quesadillas. They are simply To Die For. Trust me on this.)
A Quick Shout Out
...to Lisa, POC person and a real author like Barbara, not just a word mercenary like me. Thanks, Lisa, for all the kind words!
3 comments:
Rooooo! I want one!! She is so beardie-ful!! Oh we can't wait until you are back...you must bring her over and we can get some knitting done.
Rooooo!!!!
You lucky girl. I've wanted for years to shop in the actual Patternworks store. I'll have to be satisfied with their catalog and website until I can get myself to NH. Yarn. Yum!
That is one cute puppy. I've found with some of our pets that a particular name would begin to want to slip past my lips when I spoke to them, once we'd spent a day or two together, almost as if they'd whispered their proper name into my ear.
Our Rottie is vocal, too. He sort of sings and yawns at the same time when he wants attention, and other times he lets out a moan almost like a word. I swear they try to talk. He also makes almost a purring sound when petted---maybe because he was raised by cats.
Roooooo!
Oh, golly, she is _cute_. Roooo, indeed! (Vixen doesn't know how to roo. But by gosh, the sheltie in her knows ow to bark!)
Thanks for the shout-out. Believe me, it was a pleasure to mention your blog -- I've been enjoying it enormously. I may not knit, but I love reading about it.
And Melissa and I are now planning a trip to Patternworks, since it's up with Keepsake Quilting and their Portuguese Water Spaniel, and also a good and utterly crazy friend lives in Wolfeboro. Thanks for throwing temptation into our path! :-)
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