Big Accomplishment

Last night i finished the front panel of The Husbands Garter-Stitch Aran Pullover. Woowhoo...only took about TWO years to get to this point. Now comes the tricky part, doing the bind-off. Looking in my Vogue Knitting Ultimate Knitters Guide ( i lurve this thing), it looks a lot like kitchner stitch? I am a little freaked about this step, i have never done a three needle bind-off. Kitchner, yes...with a cable needle. If i go slow and methodical it turns out great. Anyways, reading the instructions though, i think it looks pretty easy. Famous last words? Sheisse, i hope not.
Oh, and last night i fixed a big error, and i am SO proud of myself. I had forgotten to cross the VERY last cable on the front panel. I almost said "meh", and left it, but then said to myself " i am a BETTER knitter than this...i can fix it!". So, i pulled out my handy dandy Knit Fix by Lisa Kartus (Thank you Yvonne....love that book!) and read up a little on the "Incorrectly crossed cables" section...took a deep breath, and off i went. Holy cow...it worked! It is not perfect, i think my ladder is off by one stitch, but it looks pretty good! This is a HUGE improvement on my previous attempt to fix the center diamond pattern. I flubbed up the unraveling, and ended up having to frog back about 20 rows. ugh.

Oh...and i have a bad doggy report. And NO..it is NOT Fred!! it is HENRY!! I know...shocking. Well, the other day i left Fred out of his crate while i ran to the neighbors house. Normally, Fred is crated when we are gone from the house, as he tends to suffer from separation anxiety a little, and he will terrorize Henry with his neurosis, and be COMPLETELY exhausted when we return home. If we crate him though, he rests comfortably, and we return home to a relaxed, calm (ish) dog. OK, so...i ran over to the neighbors house for a few minutes, and when i returned home, i noticed that the little piece of plastic tubing that holds up the canopy on the new burrow dog bed had been chewed, and a portion of the sleeve had been torn. I instantly figured it was Fred, and just sighed...what else can you do? No punishment if you don't catch them in the act. I was a little annoyed with Fred though.
Flash forward to yesterday, and we are all comfortably tucked into the living room for a night of TV (yes, we are party people), and i happen to look down at Henry, and see him nonchalantly chewing on the plastic tubing!! Just all casual, like a cow chewing her cud. I could not beleive it!! My PERECT prince!! I immmediately flashed back to his first year or so of life, where he chewed the HELL out of many many expensive things. My brand-new down jacket when we left him in a hotel room for a couple of hours while we had the NERVE to go out and ski the Matterhorn in Switzerland....several pairs of The Husbands pricey running shoes, which he CLIMBED A SHELF to get to, in another hotel room in Garmisch. A gorgeous pillow from my MIL that he casually chewed the tassels off of, as he gazed out the window. Yes, Henry is lucky he is STILL so dang cute.