"Sewing"

“Caution: Enter this Sewing Room at your own Risk” – Quiltbug.com

I can’t help it; there is just something about the batting in Beth’s quilts that is irresistible to me. Grandma use to tell me “sewing” and wave her hand over her quilts. That always told me to keep my paws off. Beth however has either forgotten this technique or thinks that I should be able to control myself. If the first is true, shame on her. If the later is true, shame on her!
Anyways, our friends are having a baby, and Beth has been working very hard to get this little blanket hand quilted for when the tike arrives. As she is very focused when she is sewing and both her hands are busy I thought I would just curl up at the foot of the chair. In the process I strategically placed myself on the edge of the blanket, just for a little extra cushion. Before I knew it I was nuzzling my nose in the soft batting. I love batting. Most of my toys are tore apart just so I can play with the stuffing.
Now I love my Beth, and I would never do anything to hurt her feelings on purpose. I just couldn’t help myself. While she was quilting away I tore off a small piece for myself to play with. She didn’t notice. When that piece was wet with drool it wasn’t any fun any more so I took just one more piece. She still didn’t notice. After what I think may have been about an hour she got up to get a drink. When she came back she caught me red pawed! Not only did I have a look of guilt plastered all over my face, I had a piece of batting stuck to my nose.
Disappointment has to be the worst thing a human can be in their dog. Not only can you see it on their face but you can feel it. It is like a hot wind blowing into your already dry eyes. And it takes quite awhile to make that feeling go away. In the end all she said was, “All that time, what a waste, how am I ever going to fix this.” Over all I would have to say I probably stole two whole mouths full of the lovely cottony goodness.
What could I do though, I mean, really, she should have said “sewing” and waved her hand over the quilt. Or told me to “Leave it” I always listen when I am told, but what is a dog to do without a reminder.