The Holiday Spirit

Today the Dogs on Propps kicked off the holiday season with a bit of decorating and smidgen of cookie baking.

After our late afternoon nap, (which ended abruptly when Paolo heard the dog next door barking some sort of announcement that Paolo felt the need to return) we awoke refreshed and ready to make the first batch of molasses cookies for the season.  It's always a fun affair - flour and sugar and molasses everywhere, Christmas music playing, and the dogs doing every possible thing listed in the Dog Rule Book to be in the way.  (Koko's favorite is to stand in the middle of the kitchen where everyone is trying to walk, Madden's is to sit immediately in front of the oven) Regardless, most of the cookie baking was uneventful, until we made a discovery. 

For weeks now, the Dogs on Propps family has had somewhat of a renaissance in the yarn crafts arena. One of us crochets, while a few of the rest of us knit. We are currently all working on individual projects - one hat, one scarf, one practice project, and one phone holder. On a few occasions, we have neglected to put these projects away immediately when we have finished working with them, and have later looked outside to see a mangled skein of yarn in the backyard, torn to bits. I spent the better part of last night rolling two large balls of yarn that had suffered this fate. For a few weeks, we have blamed Madden, as he is a playful sort, and you know, puppies do those things. D has consistently blamed Holly. 

Today, during the cookie baking, we discovered the culprit.  In cleaning the kitchen table to prepare for the holidays, I moved the yarn attached to the hat to a computer table about dog mouth height.  I looked up just in time to see Holly dragging the grey yarn out the door, with the hat skittering behind.  After much yelling and screaming to prevent her from getting all the way out the dog door, she was sufficiently frightened and dropped everything and ran.

Mystery solved. Holly hates yarn.