Red Dog's Wooly Thoughts

Babies

2012-01-24T13:48:00.000-08:00

Denise's daughter, Sarah, and her husband had a baby last year. She is a girl. She used to make me really nervous. I would chew up my bed and toys and anything else I could find. It seems like I remember that a little kid hurt me once, but so far this little one is OK. She is gentle and doesn't bother me when I feel bad. She's OK. But now, they say that Matt, Denise's son, and his wife are going to have a baby boy. I don't know about baby boys. I have a few months left before he gets here. This could get ugly.

Spring Flowers!

2011-02-23T12:09:00.001-08:00

Oh, boy! The weather is warmer and the daffodils and crocuses are blooming. I love it when the crocuses bloom. They feel so good under my feet.

no felt

2011-02-21T08:46:00.000-08:00

Well, Denise closed Owl Tree Gallery and is staying home with us now. She's been really busy getting boxes unpacked. She just keeps pulling things out and finding places to put them, but she's not really unpacked any owls yet. I don't know how those owls are living in boxes with no food or water. Maybe they sneak out at night and eat mice. Sugar would probably be keeping us all awake if they were coming out at night though. I'll have to remember to ask Max if he's seen any owls sneaking around outside at night. Maybe she left the owl boxes outside. Max is probably too dumb to know what an owl is though.

It's nice to get to stay inside most of the day on my bed if I want to. I like being a dog of leisure. I get more crumbs, too, since Denise is cooking more. I think we may both get bigger.

Pumpkin & cushaw squashes--Blech.

2010-09-21T07:38:00.000-07:00

Here are the stupid squashes that Denise made. I wish I could squash them! But they just spring right back. Maybe I could chew them and blame it on Sugar. Come to think of it, I could probably get her to chew them.

July 4th

2010-09-13T13:48:00.000-07:00

Dear Beth, Denise lets me stay inside all the time except when everybody is gone. Even when everybody is gone she lets me say inside if she knows it will storm. I have also dug out a cave underneath the porch that feels pretty safe. I don't let Sugar or Max get in it. It stormed the other day and I climbed inside a small box. Most of me hung out over it, but it was under the desk so it was ok.

No dogs yet.

2010-09-13T13:35:00.000-07:00

Denise made another felted thing called a "pumpkin." No DOGS yet! And she made a cushaw squash. I think I'm going to have to chew on her ankle a while. She's teaching a class in needle felting tomorrow night. I wish she would think about me while she's at work sometime and make a felted dog. Now that Sarah has a baby coming she's not making anything except baby clothes and blankets. I'm disgusted. Think I'll take a nap.

Fourth of July

2010-07-02T08:44:00.000-07:00

I hate July 4th. It's loud and sounds like thunder. Now, don't get me wrong. I'm usually pretty courageous and pulled together, but thunder scares me. I don't know what it is. Has anybody ever seen it? Can you show me thunder so I can see if it's really scary, or is it just noisy? If it was a possum or a raccoon or a mouse I could handle it. Even loud trucks and cars don't scare me too much, but loud thunder is bad. And guns, which I can see, but they can really be scary. I wish I could growl and chase thunder away, but I can't find it, so I hide. Usually I can get in a closet or shower, but sometimes I have to get under the bed which isn't so good. Or under Denise's knees when she has her feet up. I hate to admit it, but I pant and drool and shake. July 4th is the worst day of the year.

New Wool

2010-06-19T10:59:00.000-07:00

Denise got some new wool the other day. A friend brought it to Needle Night at Owl Tree Gallery. She told me about it, but she hasn't done anything yet..OR HAS SHE? Could she be secretly making me a DOG? Probably not. I've been wanting one for so long. It is good wool, though. It's dark red brown--sorta like "you-know-who."

On a more serious note, I heard Denise ask Carl if she could get ANOTHER DOG the other night. What is it with her and Corgis? And this one was only part Corgi. Sheesh! You'd think that with me in the house she wouldn't even look at another dog. I think this one went home with somebody else, though. So I've been giving her a lot of attention lately. She seems to think it's because of the weather--I don't like storms--but it's really because I want her to reconsider getting yet another dog to take my petting away. BTW, Max is a copy cat. He's shedding just like I was. Dog, get your own act!

shedding

2010-04-10T16:07:00.000-07:00

It's Spring and my hair is falling out. Falling...HAHAHAHA. It's not Fall. It's Spring, but it's falling. But I digress. Denise came home today and decided my hair needed brushing. I hate having my hair brushed out. Every year I shed twice! Every time I shed they pull the loose hair out of my ruffles. If you don't know, my ruffles are little ridges of hair on my flanks. I HATE having the loose hair pulled out of my ruffles. I yelp and moan, but they don't buy it. Denise said she got two handfuls of hair out of me today. Do you think I could felt my own fur with my toenails?

Nice day

2010-04-05T19:22:00.000-07:00

Yesterday was Easter, whatever that is, and I got some bites of devilled egg. Sarah & Matt & Tiff came over and we had fun. They're not as rowdy as they used to be. They spent some time out on the deck and I got to stay inside by myself, which I loved. I went out some, but it was too hot for me. It was 80.

Petville

2010-04-03T19:38:00.001-07:00

I finally got to stay in today while everybody was gone and &%#^#*Sugar*%^*#@#* was OUTSIDE! So I decided to blog. Denise plays Petville--yeah I hacked her Facebook page--and you'll never guess what her pet's name is. Reddogy! As if I'm not pet enough for her. But I have to admit that Redoggy is quite beautiful and has lots of neighbors. I guess I should be flattered.

BIG puppy

2010-01-22T19:19:00.001-08:00

Well, Max is not a little puppy any more. He's bigger than me. I don't think he knows it though. He is still really annoying, but he's getting a little better. He eats a LOT. Still Puppy Chow. Sugar is on PC too. No, not a computer (she's not as smart as I am), I mean Puppy Chow. But, back to Max. Denise said that she and Della looked at puppy pictures on the computer at the shop the other day and decided that he's probably part doberman. His feet are still too big for his body. Denise said she will get some pictures this weekend if he will hold still. Hmph. She just thinks she'll get some pictures. He's never still unless he's asleep. I'm with him all day and he's really pesky.

Oh, Nooooooo

2009-10-25T17:43:00.000-07:00

I can't believe that Denise brought in another puppy. She named him Max. He's cute, but he's a PUPPY! I hate puppies. I thought I was rid of puppies when they gave all mine away. At least he has to stay outside though. I have to be with him all day, but the weekends I get to stay inside. It's not too bad outside though. I catch him and Sugar out of the doghouse and I get in and won't let them back in.

Good news, though. Denise sold two of her sheep. At least she won't be bringing them back home. And she still hasn't made a felted dog. Do you think maybe she's mixed up and brings me real dogs. Boy, I wish she could understand me. People can be so dumb.

Sunday

2009-08-23T12:13:00.000-07:00

This is a nice day. Carl & Denise are both home and stayed outside with us for a long time. Then Denise let us back in the house. It's nice to get back into the house during the day. We usually have to stay outside--EVEN DURING STORMS. I hate storms. All the booming and light flashes are scary. But today they are here, we're in the house and the weather is beautiful. Maybe I should go outside.

Outside!

2009-08-02T17:34:00.000-07:00

They have put up a fence around the back yard and make us stay there ALL DAY! Denise is gone to her new Owl Tree Gallery in Lenoir City and when we go out in the morning we never get back in. I'm learning to hold it all day so I can stay in where it's cool. I protested by pooping in the dining room and kitchen when they came home, but they got mad about that, so I quit. Now Denise is the last one to get home and we have to wait to eat till Carl gets home. AND STILL NO FELTED DOGS. You would think that she would at least make me a felted dog. She knows how much I hate hot weather. At least she combed me out today and makes sure I have plenty of water.

ball

2009-05-24T21:07:00.000-07:00

I can't believe that Denise made Sugar a ball. Since Sugar wouldn't leave her wool alone, Denise took a big wad of wool and put it in water and used some soap and felted it into a ball. THEN she GAVE it to SUGAR! And she won't even make me a felted dog. I just may have to chew on her ankle a little.

Sugar Dog

2009-05-21T21:35:00.000-07:00

Boy, Sugar has been getting in trouble lately. It's been bad. I always feel guilty and have to go to bed and hope they don't notice me when they fuss at Sugar. Sugar doesn't feel too bad, though. She still does what they don't want her to do until she FINALLY understands. Lately she's been chewing on Denise's wool. I don't understand why she wants to chew on it. Wool is what the stoopid animals are felted from. Well, if Denise won't felt a dog, maybe Sugar will.

pigs, yucko.

2009-04-21T19:14:00.000-07:00

Somebody bought the little stinky pig. At least Denise won't be bringing it home. The bad news is that the big stinky pig is still in the shop. The shop is in Norris--the Appalachian Arts Craft Center. GO BUY IT so Denise doesn't bring it home. Ever. She still hasn't made a dog.

On a happier note, she did send my photo to her friend in India and he sent back a crayon drawing of me. It looks just like me--it's beautiful. He also sent a picture of his school bus. If you would like a friend like Arip, you can go here http://www.compassion.com/ and sign up for one.

2009-04-05T20:22:00.000-07:00

I have sad news. Ernie died. I miss him and so does Denise. Denise is extra sad too because her friend Peggy died too. Peggy is the person who the skunk is named after. She was a special lady. I didn't meet her, but I smelled her shop when I went to work with Denise once. It smelled nice. Like wool and clay.

Another thing happened. I heard Denise and Carl talking about some guy that went into the Wall of Greens with a gun and stole some drugs. Sarah was in the back and missed it, but it was scary.I don't know what a Wall of Greens is, but it must be a scary place. I hear my people talking about the weird people who come in there. I don't ever want to go there.

Denise went to Sunday Night Live tonight and came home with an Easter card from Dakota. He colored it himself. It looked like a live egg on it. I like it. I've got to go to SNL sometime.

Got caught

2009-01-30T14:46:00.000-08:00

I'm getting used to the new puppy. Her name is Sugar because she's white and brown like sugar. I played with her the other day. Denise was in the computer room and we were really quiet. We had a good time, but then I looked up and saw Denise watching us, so I barked at Sugar like I always do. I don't want Denise to think I'm getting soft or something. You know, like soft-hearted toward Sugar, not soft like my fur which is actually extremely soft.

new dog

2009-01-19T19:55:00.000-08:00

She brought in a new dog--NO, not a felted one--and it looks like we have to live with it. She shares Ernie's food, thank goodness, but she wants to sleep with me! Just what I need--another puppy! She looks funny too. She looks a little like Ernie, but she has a long body and short legs sort of like Cody, but not like a Corgi. Maybe like a dachsund. I knew a doxie once, but that was a few years ago. Ah, how handsome he looked when..., but that's a different story.

stinky pigs

2009-01-03T17:49:00.001-08:00

Well, Denise is at it again. She's made some stinky pigs out of wool. She said it was for the Needle Felting Fun Group's pig challenge, but I think she just wants to make me think about how much they smell. AND STILL NO DOGS.

Patty and her piglet.

Granny

2008-12-04T20:21:00.000-08:00

Denise has not been herself. I think it's because Granny died just before Thanksgiving. She's not been felting or beading or anything.

I'm sad too. Granny lived with us for a long time. She used to give us bites of her food. She always made it fair too. Me a bite, then Ernie a bite. And she always scratched in the itchy places. But she had to move out last summer. She got sick and had to go to the hospital. Then she couldn't walk any more. She had to go to the nursing home, then was in the hospital three more times. The last time Denise said her heart just finally slowed down and quit. Maybe Denise will cheer up soon. She finally did the other times when people and dogs and stuff died.

Sad Red Dog

No woollies so far

2008-11-23T19:40:00.001-08:00

Denise has not made any felted things for awhile. She seems to be taking all her beadwork places. It didn't smell like she'd been to the vet. She was gone a long time. All day for 4 days. Then she still runs in and out like crazy. Today she stayed home awhile.

I ~think~ I saw a turkey package in a bag the other day. Oh, boy! It must be that time of year again. You know, I did overhear Denise telling Carl that Sarah had called and had seen a flock of turkeys trying to cross the interstate. I bet they would taste good!

Peeeyuuuu!

2008-10-18T13:21:00.000-07:00

Well, she took pictures and here it is. She named it Peggy because Peggy H. told her to make a skunk.

Blehhh! Yucko!

2008-10-12T20:53:00.000-07:00

I cannot believe it! I've moaned all night. Denise has made a stupid skunk. It's eyes are not on, but I'm sure she'll take a picture of it soon. As if I didn't have enough trouble keeping the skunks away from my food bowl when it was outside, now she has the nerve to bring them inside too! At least it doesn't SMELL like the real ones do. And it's a little smaller. It might make a good puppy for me if it didn't LOOK LIKE A STINKING SKUNK!

I thought I would like blogging about the wool things Denise makes, but I'm beginning to have my doubts. I like wool. It's warm and soft and fuzzy like dogs. Which reminds me--she still hasn't made a DOG YET! I'm beginning to wonder how committed she is to this relationship.

Brrrrrr...polar bears

2008-09-24T12:25:00.000-07:00

I like polar bears because they live in the frozen north where it stays nice and cold. I like cold. And I hate summer. In summer I have to take more baths because I "stink" more. I don't think I stink. I think I smell good and doggy. So does Ernie. He smells good and doggy too.

Anyway, Denise has made three polar bears. They're nice and small, very firm and look pretty real. You can see one of them in the Locally Grown Etsy shop in my links. She's decided to donate the proceeds from their sale to the Environmental Resources Defense Council to help save the polar bears' habitat. This is a good thing because when we finally get those nice cold winds from the North Pole I feel much better and don't have to have as many BATHS. If we preserve their habitat those cold winds will keep coming to cool me off in the winter.

Scary ogre

2008-09-20T11:45:00.000-07:00

Okay, I'm a scaredy dog, but these ogre things are scary. We watched a movie once that had a donkey and an ogre. I know how big donkeys are and the ogre was lots bigger. I don't like them in my house. But Denise HAD to make one out of wool. I don't like it! I with somebody would adopt it and let it make their dog nervous. See for yourself how scary it is. The only good thing about it is its red hair.

First felties

2008-09-19T13:53:00.000-07:00

Hi. I'm Red Dog. (Sorry about the pffffft, but cameras make me a little nervous and when I'm nervous I lick.) I wanted to show you some needle felted things my friend makes. She won't let me snuggle with them, but she might let you. Denise just recently started needle felting. She's been knitting and crocheting for many, many years and loves to pet wool almost as much as she loves to pet me and Ernie. We let her know when she's petting the wool too much, though. I must say that my coat is much softer and petable than most of the wool she has. Only the alpacas and llamas are as soft as I am. At least that's what she tells me. I don't know. I don't hang out with alpacas and llamas. They're a little too big to suit me.

Denise sticks the wool with needles. She never does that to me. Only the vet is allowed to do that. Don't ask me why. Denise says it's for my own good. I have to trust her on that. But back to the wool--she makes these little animals and veggies out of wool. I like them and decided to show you what she does. Here are some of the first ones she made.

I'll blog again later. Got to go check my bed out.