Oh yes. He was having a ball (pun intended). This is the second time this has happened. The first time, the yarn was literally strewn from one end of the house to the other. I just wish his "father" would learn to shut the door ALL THE WAY.DonnieK said:Doesn't the would "Pound" come to mind when this happens? Of course, we could never send them to the pound, but that is what I threaten mine with. I say pound and she heads for the back room and goes up under the bed like she knows what I am saying. Now, the time for patience comes blossoms and you just sit down and imagine how much fun he must have been having thinking he was helping you to get finished with the knitting so you two can have a playtime.
He already offered. I forgot to mention that the WIP was laying out on the deck, and the ball of yarn was laying in a puddle of water down on the sidewalk. We'll just have to wait and see if it's salvageable.jeannemarie said:Oh No! You are not going to have fun untangling that mess! I would pull one back out of the doghouse and have him help me...