Well it’s happened. The sweetest little chewer in the world has moved from thumbs and graduated to the cuffs of my much cherished trigger mitts. Not the bought ones, knit by others, but the ones I have spent my precious time making! It only took me months and three pairs to figure out the pattern and create them just like my grandmother used to. I was mad at the dog but really it was the person who left the door to the tickle trunk (what we call our mitt/hat basket in the front cupboard since we got the portie) open and then, was not watching the little puppy while she was so so so quiet, somewhere in the house. Hmmmm, the family thought I was overreacting, after all nobody was hurt! How could they not understand – my response “can we just have a moment of silence here for the trigger mitt”? I have included a picture of the victim…..I may be able to knit the cuff back up by picking up the stitches – so not the point!!!
