Saturday, February 18, 2012

Someone tore the vintage quilt.

Mom calls this quilt Vintage, I just call it old. It was so old, it had a small hole in it. If it hadn't been for the ripping noise, Mom would never have noticed that the hole has turned into a long tear.

She had to whip stitch it together to keep it intact til she could really fix it - she said it was also missing the stuffing. While I was sitting in my kennel,experiencing another "time out",  I heard a lot of naughty words and someone yelling about taking somebody to the dog pound.  Not sure what pound means but from the general tone I'm pretty sure it's not good. I guess I should have left the little hole alone.  I'll remember that next time.  

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