Jane of All Trades

So Monica asked for pictures of the doggies–the same doggies that entertained themselves for hours with my possum roving.  Here they are…

This is Kona:

And this is Jack:

Jack’s a bit languorous.

But sometimes Kona goads him into action:

And sometimes he’ll trade sleep for a belly rub.

And then he retreats to his den:

I would have more pictures of Kona, but whenever she sees the camera, she pretty much rushes to kiss it:

So why it wouldn’t occur to me that my dogs would be even more intrigued by a possum-fur-roving than I was, I don’t know.  But here was the result:

Actually, that was not quite accurate, because the *real* result was four ounces of what had been neatly-coiled sliver rendered into bits and pieces and spread all over my room.  I almost cried.  Almost.  Instead, I gathered it all into a box and ignored it for months, then dragged it out last week for the Tour de Fleece.  And here is the result: