Anyway, something I wasn’t expecting about having a greyhound in the family is the potential to dress up a dog. Tom has no undercoat and no body fat, and even in summer needs to wear a coat at night to keep warm. As a knitter, this excites me to no end. I never thought I would get so much joy from dressing up a dog.

I’ve only made him one thing so far, but have plans for more. I recently finished this snood using a ball and a half of Cleckheaton Nurture, and am going to make another from a random skein I have of Noro Iro. Rav details are here.

Tom was being a naughty crazy boy at the time of photographing — he stole the snood and ran off with it when Mr C tried to put it on, which was actually pretty hilarious even if it was naughty — but he really does love it.

When Tom’s not busy sitting around looking pretty, he is busy nomming on Stella. (Probably because she sometimes accidentally wees on his head, and he needs to get her back for that, obviously.)

So, because Stella was so coated in dried up Tom spit, I decided that today was time for…

A bath.

She doesn’t like being washed. But she does enjoy her time outside after the bath, running around like a crazy dog, rolling all over the grass, playing games with me as I chase her with the towel, and finally, sitting down to chew on a bone.

It’s a hard life, being a puppy.