Here’s the scene that Miss Butterfly put together for us with her inherited pieces.
It really is lovely and festive! And with all the snow, feels entirely unlike what we are looking at outdoors. The weather is cool now, but doesn’t even remotely feel snowy or seasonal.
Last evening Lizzie broke down what I feel may be the last of her rescue dog walls. (Though there’s still a cringe she does if we hold our hands a certain way, but we just try to avoid that.) Lizzie immediately became “my” dog, attaching herself to me and following me everywhere. Miss Butterfly was a close substitute and a reasonable surrogate, and a great toy. She likes people in general, and so she’s liked Mr. Ink all this time. But, she has never been quite so affectionate with him. She has never jumped on his lap, jumped up on the couch beside him, and always hollers like she’s hurt if he tries to pick her up. While she seemed to think him just fine and like his attentions, she has stayed reserved as well. And I know this has been tough on Mr. Ink a bit, because he’s the dog whisperer. Dogs just love him. On the other hand, he’d had 17 years of a very attached dog so it was ok with him if Lizzie decided I was her person.
Until last evening. Seems like somehow he broke through that barrier, unexpectedly. He got home from work, and as usual she was super happy to see him. And then when he sat down on the couch? She hopped right up next to him and put her leg on his.
Just wiggling and begging for attention!
I had to capture a picture or two, of course. And then she got a lot of attention.
It really didn’t end there. Throughout the evening, every time he sat on the couch she’d jump right up beside him. At the end of the evening, he got down on the floor with her as he often does, and she ended up laying on her side, her head on his shoulder, eyes closed looking totally blissed out. He finally did it, with patience, he won her over.
I don’t have any crafty photos. I’ve been working on my sparkly scarf, and spinning my 3 braid combo spin. I kind of have it in my head that I could be plying by the weekend. I am about halfway through my second bobbin. So, it’s possible, but it would also be a real push. We’ll have to see, but I admit I am anxious to see how the yarn turns out which really does help push through.
That’s it from here, I don’t think I’ll have much to share this week to be honest. Slow crafting week with larger projects I guess!
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A little Holiday Miracle! What a huge breakthrough. God love your husband for being patient and knowledgeable as she worked through her unkown to you past. She’s a lucky one.
I LOVE your snow scene. It is so sweet. Of course I love the barn and animals so much!
Apparently it was no contest when her grandmother was choosing which grandchild to give the barn to. Miss Butterfly all the way.
Awww that’s so awesome!!!
Miss Butterfly’s village is pretty. I have collected seven villages during my childhood as they were my favourite way to decorate, but now I have nowhere to set them up:(
I hope you have places for set up again soon! They aren’t something I would have gone out to find (probably because I hate shopping and I hate extra stuff) but they are super pretty and festive. I am really glad she braved my hollering about “stuff” entering my house and brought them over!
I don’t like stuff so they make up the majority of my Christmas decorations:) Enjoy them!
The village looks great! Can you tell me which brand/series it is? I really love it!
Lizzie! You have clearly made Mr. Ink a happy man. He is just beaming in those photos.
I am so happy she has finally figured out he is her person, too. But don’t be alarmed if she regresses a bit, and then comes back. It’s a process. My grandmother had a rescue shepherd who so bonded with her that no one was allowed near my grandmother. No hugs, no giving her a hand up, or a cup of tea, without first announcing ourselves, and waiting for Lady to adjust. My grandmother would tell her it was OK, then we could proceed. She (the dog) was terrified of my grandfather, eventually got to tolerate him, but he could NOT read the newspaper unless it was flat on the table, and he made no sound turning the pages. We can guess what her life was like before rescue. I am glad that Lizzie is not that bad, and now she has a new best friend.
You keep spinning, I will wait for photos. 🙂