ScrapHappy December 2021

The arrival of Sammy means that we’ve been rather busy for much of the past month, so there has been little crafting going on. However, one of the games that the dog trainer has suggested that we play with Sammy involves a “toy” on a length of cord; the toy being some soft or fleecy fabric. Apparently you can buy such things, but I was sure that my scrappy stash would yield something suitable…

First, I fished out the piece of cord and wrist strap that I removed of the horrible broken bodyboard that featured in July’s ScrapHappy. After that, it was just a case of finding some fabric that might appeal to him. Since he’d already pinched a piece of red woollen cloth left over from my ‘little red riding hood coat‘, I decided to go for that. A few knots later and we had a toy that can be flicked about to gain his attention. It’s probably the simplest ScrapHappy ever, but Sammy likes it.

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I’ve been inspired to write this (and future) ScrapHappy posts by Kate,  Tall Tales from Chiconia. On the fifteenth of every month lots of folk s often publish a ScrapHappy post, do check them out:

KateGun, EvaSue, Lynn, Lynda, Birthe, Turid, Susan, Cathy, Tracy, Jill, Claire, Jan (me), Moira, Sandra, Chris, Alys, Kerry, Claire, Jean, Jon, HayleyDawn, Gwen, Bekki, Sue L, Sunny, Kjerstin, Vera, Nanette, Ann, Dawn 2 , Bear, Noreen, Preeti, Edith and Jule

If you fancy joining, contact Kate and she’ll add you to the list. It would be lovely to see more non-sewing posts, but any use of scraps is welcome.

Sammy – International Hound of Istry

Dogs, being pack animals, like to have a pal. So, with the loss of Sam, we have been on the look out for a new friend for Daisy. We looked online and applied for several dogs from various rescue charities, but had no luck and then, by chance, the friend who fostered Daisy before she came to us, was contacted by an acquaintance asking whether she knew anyone looking to adopt a dog. And so, two weeks ago we travelled down to The Mumbles to meet a dog called Johnny. A successful afternoon, an application and a few days wait for approval, including having to submit pictures of the garden, and the following Thursday, Mr Snail went back down to south Wales to collect our new pack member.

I couldn’t cope with the confusion of a Jon and a Johnny in the house, and anyway Mr Snail calls all his dogs Sam, so Johnny is now Sammy. A tiny bit of research reveals that Sammy is probably at least partially an Istrian short-haired hound. He’s a refugee from Bosnia, but his English is coming on nicely.

He’s very skinny, but we’ve managed to increase his weight a little in the past week, with extra-big meals, and, as you can see, he’s already settled in his crochet-lined bed, so he’s fitting in well.

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