The pattern is Anna Maria Horner's Sidewalk Satchel, and I made it with an Art Gallery print on the outside and plain cream on the inside. I am not wonderful at sewing things that aren't quilts (you know, straight lines, very little pattern-following), but I like this bag a lot and it's worth it even though it takes me forever. I hope my sister doesn't mind that her Christmas present is a lot late and a little bit used.
I don't know where they are headed, but they will get there in style!
Dogs are much better models than children, from what I understand. All you need is roasted chicken, and they will do anything you want, provided you can get them to understand what that is :-). They never get embarrassed or roll their eyes.
I feed my dogs (and cats) raw, prey model, specifically. I'm sure I'll write more about this later, but for now suffice it to say that after much research and thought, I am absolutely positive that it is the healthiest way to feed them. I have a local source for grass-fed beef, pork, lamb and llama/alpaca. I am working on a source for poultry, but for now Whole Foods provides my sourcing, because I can choose animals that weren't factory farmed. This is important for health and conscience reasons. I eat the same meat my critters do, by the way. It's good stuff. So, anyway, in prey model you give your pets large pieces of meat and let them rip and tear and chew and gnaw. This is all well and good for 103 lb Daemon, you say, but 6 lb Sirius? Surely not. He's so dainty! And fluffy! And cuddly!
Well, as it turns out, he is the less picky of the two, always ready to tear right in. Here is a progression of tonight's dinner.
Is that Daddy getting dinner ready? (Notice Loki in background and painting of 21-year-old Tiger on the wall-crooked of course. We are very animal oriented around here).
Yum, turkey neck. I am a good boy and will stay on my towel.
Open wide! And Crunch-lots of bone in there, good for bones, teeth and making firm poops.
"Grrrrr! Sirius' turkey!"
Even though we are right there, he is very concerned that someone else, Leda in this case, might want his food. He is doing well here, protecting it with a paw on it, but usually he leaves his dinner and darts towards the offender, leaving it wide open for a co-conspirator to abscond with his treasure.
He's finally learned to use his paws to stabilize his food, the better for him to rip and tear.
The end of this, which I did not get a photo of, is at least half of that turkey neck still left, "buried" in the towel, with Sirius napping, but still on guard, beside it. Meanwhile, Daemon whines at him and us..."please, brother, pleeeeeeeease. Daemon still hungry. Daemon always hungry." I wish I could come up with the letters to put his whine into print. It is hilarious, and always the same three syllables.