Okay, I have a knitting question that I bet you’ve NEVER
read before. Or maybe you have. But I haven’t, so I need a little help here. (Warning:
Poop blog ahead, Rabbitch. Turn away if it makes you weep.)
Harriet, our Queen Bee, master of all she rules, and just
about the cutest dog to roam the world on Very Short Legs, is probably about
fifteen years old. She hasn’t been well for the last year, and we’ve had some
struggles with pancreatitis and a couple of UTIs, but the right meds helped, and right now she seems to feel great.
She is, however, going a bit senile (yes, seeing the vet
about that, too). Every once in a while she’ll have an accident where she
shouldn’t, where she never would have a year ago. Like the car. When I take them out on walks and to the beach, she’s in the back of the station wagon with Clara, both of them sitting on a sheet I keep
back there to catch beach sand, so it’s no big deal.
But the other day we had a very special brunch outing, and
Harriet was a guest of honor, so we let her up in the main part of the car. She sat on
the back seat and stood up and stuck her head out the window and let her
cheeks flap backwards in the wind. Harriet heaven.
And then the smell. Not only had she had she pooped, but she
had walked in it a bit before we figured out the smell (we’re not as bright as
we like to tell you we are).
And she was sitting (and walking) on my sock in progress. My
really cute sock, I’ll have you know. I’m fond of that sock. About
three-quarters done, all poopy now.
What the HELL do I do?
I cleaned the car, but I was barely able to touch the
knitting. I can handle cleaning upholstery, but for some reason, I couldn’t
even imagine cleaning the sock.
Today I took out the needle (because I need it to start
another pair) and I washed it. So I have an unfinished sock, with live stitches
hanging ragged, still dirty. How do I salvage this?
I could thread yarn through the live stitches and wash it by
I could wash it by hand sans the live-stitch-save and
prepare for major damage.
Or, I just realized, I could cut my losses and throw the
whole thing out (including 100g ball, which also got dirty) . Damn, that’s probably what I should do. Trouble is, I don’t
remember where I got the yarn or what kind it is, because I lost the ball band. I have this cavalier
attitude about socks. I always finish a pair and put them on, and then people say “Where’d
you get that? What’s the brand?” and I can say, “Oh, I dunno,” because I
already know I’ll never want to knit the same pair of socks twice anyway.
But I loved this sock!
Help! Poop! Poop!
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