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Dear Kozmo

Dear Kozmo,

Dogs are friends, NOT food. Eating other dogs is BAD. I’m guessing you’ve had a hard life and maybe some run-ins with bigger, meaner dogs (although I’ve never actually met a dog bigger or meaner than you), but it is no longer necessary for you to be the biggest, baddest dog on the street. You are safe now. You are clean and well-fed and have a soft bed. I know you are a sweetheart. I don’t hesitate to stick my hand down your throat to give you your meds. I know you would sooner swallow your tongue than bite me. And you have amply demonstrated your loyalty and protectiveness toward the pack. But truly, we don’t need you to protect us from every other dog on the planet. When the Zombie Apocalypse comes, I’ll let you know, and you can be the first one out of the gate. But until then, could we dial it back a bit and let the other dogs live?

Thanks!

Mom

Bathtime

Dancing on the Dark Side

Yes, it's true: I do sometimes dabble in the dark arts. Crochet, that is. This is the Mosaic Afghan I started a few months ago. I quickly crocheted the first 12 motifs, then lost interest for a while. A few days ago, after I finished Mom Blankie, I picked it up again and quickly finished the last eight hexagons. Today I sewed them into strips and started on the small squares that go in the empty spaces.

My pictures aren't great, because I took them inside and wobbled a little on the dining room chair I was standing on, but you get the idea. If I can keep the momentum going, this one could be finished in a few days!