She did a bunch of little zippy bags first; her machine had been giving her fits and she thought she'd solved the problem. She did - and it was her, not the machine. Anyway, then she made a new bag out of a pair of Dad's pants. I'm fairly sure he was done with the pants. If not then, he is now.
|"Ha roo roo roo! Get it, Cam?"|
"Ha woo, that's a good one, Maggie!"
That's it, propped up against the Bernina behind Cam. Mom wasn't sure what to do next, so we pointed out that she had some webbing left from making some of our special leads for us, so maybe we could have new collars? She thought that was a great idea, so we
When we got upstairs, it struck me that my new collar matches my Pickle!
|"Hey, Mom, what do you think? New collar, new Pickle?"|
I mean ... it's only right ... right?
"Oh, not the Head Tilt! I can't resist the Head Ti---let me get you a cookie!"
Seriously. I use my Head Tilt Superpowers sparingly, so when I do they are really effective!
Cam heard her open the cookie jar (of course), so we decided to strike a pose for Mom, showing off our new collars.
|"What matches mine? A nice, fresh watermelon?"|
"That sounds mighty good to me, Cam-a-roo! Mom, we need new Pickles AND some watermelon!"
I didn't resort to the Head Tilt again, but I could have. I'm fairly certain she was already putty in my paws.