We had our own... ahem... incident the night before last. This incident caused a bit of a falling out with Hazel and I. What is it? Oh, well yesterday as I was standing at the dining room table packing my things, preparing to leave the house, I turned around and saw this behind the recliner in our living room:
Hmm, is that what I think it is? Upon further inspection (all while holding my breath) I found this:
In case you're wondering why these look so familiar, it's because you just saw them here. That's right. This was one of my new socks. I actually stood there for about ten seconds with my hands in the air shouting, "AHHHH! NOOOO!"
I knew immediately that Hazel was the culprit. She's always had a thing for socks and has been known to steal them at night and tear them apart. Sometimes we are lucky and she merely sucks on them, leaving them gross and stiff. However, this time, my handknit sock was not so lucky. I looked at her and said, "How could you do this to me? Three years old and I still can't trust you!" She was coming over and jumping at me, trying to be friends. I couldn't even look at her; I was so mad.
I left the house in quite the tizzy, just about ready to cry. Now, in the past three years Hazel has chewed up many things but this definitely tops the list (the $25, unused Starbucks giftcard that I had received for Christmas is a pretty close second, though).
You know that part in the Godfather 2 where Michael and Fredo are in Cuba and it's New Year's Eve? Michael has finally realized that it was Fredo who was betraying and endangering the family. He grabs Fredo and holds him close (of course Fredo is trying to pull away) and says, "You break my heart."
This was the kind of moment Hazel and I had.
I told just about everyone I saw yesterday what had happened. Both my mom and Mary asked if it was repairable. Truthfully, I really didn't look at it much before I left yesterday. So when I got home last night, I took some time to get a good look at the damage. Despite being covered in dried dog slobber, the toe of the sock had received most of Hazle's wrath.
I'm thinking I could probably just snip off the damaged part and, since I have about 35 grams of the yarn left, reknit the toe. I didn't notice any other tears to any other part of the sock so that really is the only repair that needs to be done.
Thank goodness the other sock did not meet the same fate and is still safe in the laundry basket. I don't know if my heart or my sanity could have handled having both of the socks damaged.