I was cleaning up the sewing room this morning, and I had a visitor. Now Kona is not allowed in the sewing room. Dog hair and barkcloth don’t mix well. Try telling her that, though. So I bought a beaded curtain for the doorway several months ago. I was hoping that the swinging strands of beads would deter our four legged family member from crossing over the threshold. Not so. Stage one. Howls of displeasure. And then, stage two. A furry face peeking in with eyes tightly closed. (Perhaps, she thought that if she didn’t look at the beads, they did not really exist.) Soon, after being thwarted for weeks, she finally gathered her courage and moved on to stage three, bursting through the curtain one day. After that, I had to start stacking up boxes to keep her out.
Today Kona busted through the bead and box barricade. She was determined to show me she belonged in the sewing room. I watched her for a minute, as she picked up stray bits of fabric off the floor, and I decided to be lenient with her. Let her stay. And then she got a piece of polka dotted cotton stuck in her teeth.
I think the picture says it all.
Thanks, dear Kona. I owe you one.