Family Support and Respect for EmbroideryI enjoy pet-sitting. I have this whole philosophy on The Importance of Being a Strong Number Two; that is, being a strong backup: an aunt, a grandad, a babysitter, a camp counselor, a neighbor, a pet-sitter. There’s no glamour in being second-in-line, but it’s a vital position. Everyone needs help now and then, and good reliable help is important. I like being No. 2.
For the past week, I’ve been getting to know two new huskies, Pika and Nuka, that will be in my care off and on for extended periods for who-knows-how-long. I didn’t “dog proof” the house to protect belongings; I prefer to teach them what they can and can’t do. It’s been super-easy. In fact, I haven’t had to teach them anything about how to behave indoors. Outdoors is another story; we’re working on that.It happens that their water bowl, which is big enough for me to do dishes in, sits near my embroidery floor frame, below a bench on which I currently have bags and piles of floss and fabric. Yesterday, while sweeping, I discovered a ball of pearl cotton on the floor under my frame. Oops, it got bumped off the bench. No big deal. I picked it up. It was soaking wet—not a little wet, soaking.
This is my best guess as to what happened: Pika or Nuka was sniffing around the stuff on the bench and knocked the ball into the water bowl. But s/he didn’t leave it there—s/he took it out and laid it on the floor. The ball is not chewed up; in fact, I’d say it was removed delicately, the way retrievers pick up things without chomping down on them.
I find this funny, fascinating, and kind of impressive. I think we’re going to get on well.