Despite the cooing responses to the last post here on Knitters-Knitters, I must buck popular opinion and say that I find the current state of affairs objectionable.
Allow me to illustrate.
Let's pretend you're a young pup setting out on your own to join a human family. When you get to your new home, it comes with a spaniel roommate. Fortunately she's an agreeable being -- an older gal -- who enjoys quiet pursuits with the occasional game of chase. The two of you become good friends: sisters, almost. Years pass, roommate falls ill and is eventually taken from you. At first, you are quite sad indeed. Then you are very sad. Then you are a little sad, but you're not sure why anymore. Finally you are no longer sad. Your humans notice you've settled into a new routine. There's more bounce in your step.
No sooner have you adjusted when Alpha and Beta bring home a new roommate for you.
But instead of another mature, woman-about-town like yourself, your roommate is a bratty teenager who you are sure guzzles down energy drinks when no one is looking.
Her voice sounds like a squeaker toy being pummeled to death, and she talks a LOT.
And you? You're supposed to get excited over the prospect of educating her in the Sacred Dogly Arts.
Welcome to my world.








Poor Pammy. So put upon! :(
Posted by: Michelle | December 13, 2012 at 06:46 PM
Poor dear. Believe me, this new " friend" will grow up and you wii begin to like her. The squeaky voice will develop into something you can abide. Trust me!
Posted by: Gail | December 13, 2012 at 06:56 PM
Poor Pam! You may send Joan to live at my house. ;-)
Posted by: Heather P | December 13, 2012 at 07:12 PM
The Sacred Dogly Arts! Love the pictures, too.
Posted by: Hildie | December 14, 2012 at 07:09 AM
We added Misha, a one-year-old terrier-ish mutt, to our household about a year ago. Lucy The Placid And Gentle Senior Dog (ten years old) was similarly Not Amused. It got better. Right at this moment the two of them are tussling and doing laps on the deck in the snow. Lucy doesn't have the stamina of Misha, but she has learned to appreciate the fun -- in small, discretely measured doses.
Good luck to you, Pam!
Posted by: kmkat | December 14, 2012 at 10:16 AM
Poor misunderstood Pam Spaniel. That Gaze of the Martyred is quite impressive.
Posted by: suse | December 14, 2012 at 02:30 PM
LOL! I love your writing Jen! Hope to see Pam/Joan updates quite frequently.
Posted by: Lynn | December 14, 2012 at 08:08 PM
Sacred Dogly Arts is right up there with Sacred Suit Rotation. And then suse comes up Gaze of the Martyred. So many new expressions to incorporate into my daily speech!
Posted by: Tamara | December 15, 2012 at 03:21 PM
I still think of Pammy as the ingenue. It's so hard to see her with such a care-worn visage, which I guess is a dogly art she learned from dear Clover.
Posted by: Barbara | December 16, 2012 at 03:41 PM