Rawhide bones are equivilent to gold in my house. or More like Gold mines from the 1849 Gold Rush. Everybody wants one, then they want the other's and then they want both. If goes something like this. I open the cabinet, Dogs wiggle with excitment. I ask the dogs to sit, i then raise my voice "Sit!" dogs sit. I hand each a rawhide chip. They sniff the rawhide and lick it while i hold it. I tell them i will not hand fee them again and let go of the rawhide. Gold Rush ensues. Murphy runs with his into the living room. Maggie has hers in her mouth and follows me around the kitchen. I get something to drink and head towards the living room. Murphy is standing guard before living room sees me approach, knows i am coming for his bone (the one i just handed to him, though i don't remind him and make him look the fool) and runs ahead to get his bone. I sit and am suddenly no longer a threat. He drops and starts to chew. Maggie drops her bone and sits in front of Murphy and whines. He get bored and she claims his bone. Maggie walks around with 2 bones in her mouth. Little while later, Murphy steals back a bone, short time after that, bones no longer exist. It is pretty funny.
Garrett and i gave ourselves the week off since we listed our house on Sunday (Big cheer!!) so i have been knitting and sewing. It feels good and weird. I keep thinking of things i need to do around the house but then the part of my brain that would rather relax (90% of my brain actually) quotes my Brother and says: "F- that noise". I actually love that saying, no idea why but it makes me chuckle everytime i say it which, truth be told is probably more often than needed. I decided that what the house needed to say "I am cozy and you know you want me" were hand knit warsh cloths. So I finally busted out my cotton cones and here is my first. I am on the 8th out of 13 repeats now!!