the Village Knittiot

Due to a number of factors (available energy and money being at the top of that list) I am contemplating pretty seriously not going to Rhinebeck this year. As in, pretty much already made up my mind. Rhinebeck was my first fiber festival, is my favorite festival and is responsible for the obsession that is spinning, which has overtaken my life in oh so many wonderful ways. To not go would feel so odd. Yet, ultimately, I suspect it would be a good thing. Of course, there are many, many folks who I would miss not seeing. Also, some time away from the city with my sweetie, a wholesome and sinfully tasty vegan dinner at Luna 61 and quality time spent with farm animals and their lucious fiber sound quite appealing as well…decisions, decisions.

I must admit that another factor here is my neurotic little poochie-poo (aka — the Elder Snout, Oopei-choop, Moopey-moo, Moop, Moo, Count Moopula, and officially, Eliot, as in T.S.) who seems to still not be handling the long absences so well. Oh, right, and his neurotic owner who doesn’t seem to be handling them so well either. Also, there is this ever so slight possibility that I may be able to convince my gaming group to gather together for a little roleplaying session on that day and I am finding the allure of that equally compelling.

Anyway, on to the pictures. After Eliot arrived in our house, there were some health issues needing attention, but once his kennel cough cleared up and he had his rabies shot and he got over his reaction to the rabies shot, we were able to get him into the groomer to do something about this mop (which you can see is all matted and messy due to lack of care from his previous people):

The mats and tangles were to such an extent that the groomer was required to give him a complete make over and this was what we brought home:

It took us all a few days to get used to our little bald doggy, but he seems to have settled into his look quite regally and we’re planning on keeping him pretty closely cropped as it really allows for the expressiveness of his face to come through, as in this picture (note the small crocheted mouse in the bottom right corner that he seems to have adopted as his):