The Yarn Mangler!
Now everyone who knows me knows that I love my dog. I love Kobe more than anything and quite possibly most people. My friends have accused me of spoiling him rotten. I can see that. Kobe has free run of the house and can do just about anything he wants. Of course there is just one rule: He is not to touch my yarn.
This rule has been in place since he came to live with me in 2006 and it has never been an issue. He has torn up the trash, eaten my socks, shredded newspaper, mail, and paper towels ( he LOOVES to tear up paper towels) and I had no problem with it. He is a dog. I just cleaned it up and bought him more toys.
But he does not touch my yarn. I leave it just about everywhere. I have projects sitting on my bed, on my nightstand, in the bookcase in my room, on the sofa upstairs in my knitting studio and he walks right past them.
But this morning. This morning, I went upstairs and nearly had a heart attack. Kobe had pulled out at least 15 skeins of yarn. Nothing was shredded, the skeins were just everywhere. It was as if he had found a box of toys and went to town. Now to make it worse, we walked past a giant bag of acrylic yarn that I am donating to the Yarn Garage.
Now everyone who knows me knows that I love my dog. I love Kobe more than anything and quite possibly most people. My friends have accused me of spoiling him rotten. I can see that. Kobe has free run of the house and can do just about anything he wants. Of course there is just one rule: He is not to touch my yarn.
This rule has been in place since he came to live with me in 2006 and it has never been an issue. He has torn up the trash, eaten my socks, shredded newspaper, mail, and paper towels ( he LOOVES to tear up paper towels) and I had no problem with it. He is a dog. I just cleaned it up and bought him more toys.
But he does not touch my yarn. I leave it just about everywhere. I have projects sitting on my bed, on my nightstand, in the bookcase in my room, on the sofa upstairs in my knitting studio and he walks right past them.
But this morning. This morning, I went upstairs and nearly had a heart attack. Kobe had pulled out at least 15 skeins of yarn. Nothing was shredded, the skeins were just everywhere. It was as if he had found a box of toys and went to town. Now to make it worse, we walked past a giant bag of acrylic yarn that I am donating to the Yarn Garage.
No, that did not meet his standard. Kobe went after my Malabrigo, both the Silky Merino and the Aquarella Solis. He took a liking to the Noro Silk Garden, the Rowan KidSilk Haze, the Kraemer Bear Creek Bulky and Berroco Zen. I could tell that he nibbled and played with them. Tossed the skeins in the air like they were his toys. But his favorite was the Blue Sky Alpaca Bulky (yes, the yarn I just bought at the ten year sample sale!), he actually unbraided the skeins of that. I'm thinking it was animal magnetism. Now there are no photos of the carnage, I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
I was livid. I screamed at Kobe so loud, he went outside and didn't want to come back in. I was so mad, I brought him back in the house and made him go back upstairs so I could yell at him while I cleaned it up. Now, I have never yelled at Kobe like this. He was so scared, that he didn't want to go back upstairs.
After I calmed down, I gave him treats both downstairs and upstairs. I felt so bad. He didn't destroy anything and I shouldn't have yelled at him like that. I love my dog. In fact I love him even more now because after this I realize that it is just yarn and he is worth more to me than yarn. But I really hope he doesn't do this again.
Eryka
I was livid. I screamed at Kobe so loud, he went outside and didn't want to come back in. I was so mad, I brought him back in the house and made him go back upstairs so I could yell at him while I cleaned it up. Now, I have never yelled at Kobe like this. He was so scared, that he didn't want to go back upstairs.
After I calmed down, I gave him treats both downstairs and upstairs. I felt so bad. He didn't destroy anything and I shouldn't have yelled at him like that. I love my dog. In fact I love him even more now because after this I realize that it is just yarn and he is worth more to me than yarn. But I really hope he doesn't do this again.
Eryka
6 comments:
Yikes! I'm not sure I would've held it together that well, actually. If you want to go through some training on not leaving any yarn ANYWHERE except sealed into plastic tubs or knitting bags with zipper, I could lend you Mayhem for a few days. :) Those snickity-snick teeth really do train a person fast.
I imagine part of your upset was that Kobe has always been so good with your yarn and it caught you totally off guard.
At least he has good taste!
it is true, they never seem to go for the cheep stuff. :)
Oooh I would have been boiling! He's lucky you love him so much! lol
Oh, poor Kobe. But hey, he's got great taste!
Oh no. At least he knows what the good stuff is. And at least he didn't ruin it. I completely understand you loosing your temper though - it was traumatic. Our yarn is our treasures - and seeing as he's always left it alone before, you must have been shocked!!
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