Ok, so I’ve got a peedie confession to make.
A Peedie confession, in fact.
You see, I met this lovely woman, Fay, over the internet, and we went to stay in her lovely house. And when we got there, we met her, and she was indeed lovely, and we met her dog, Peedie, who was also lovely.
We were rather taken with Peedie. We played with him while we were there, and when we went back to visit a few months later, we looked after him for the weekend.
We had lots of fun.
When we got home, we talked a lot about Peedie. We talked about his little snout, his little paws, his furriness. The way he buttled himself along importantly on a walk. The way he hopped up onto the bed and just plonked down straight away, without turning round in circles lots of times. The way he slept half the evening, then went outside for a late night bark to scare away Marauding Intruders.
The way he sometimes sneaked into the chickens’ pen and stole their breakfast.
We talked about how cheery it would be to have our own little dog, sniffing about the place. But, you see, we don’t have a garden, and we live in a city, and there would be no beach walks, and no running out late at night to bark. And we’d have to fit in walks every day, and it’s just not practical
And that’s kind of a roundabout way of saying that, on Christmas eve, I found myself making a replica of Peedie.
Allow me to introduce Peedie 2.
He’s sitting there on the back of the sofa so he can watch out of the window and see what’s going on. He’s a quiet dog, comes down for a bit of a play in the evening, but mostly content with watching the world go by, or snoozing. One day he might get a new name, but he’s been Peedie 2 for a couple of weeks now, so he’s probably stuck with it.
I hope Fay doesn’t think I’m too mad.
(I’ve made a dog before, rather more colourful – pattern and pictures are here if you’d like to see)