Cloaks and Dogs

Last night went really well. I am almost done the black wool bog coat. Meaning I decided to head to bed before finishing the trim. Which means Thursday I will have completed a nice bog coat and probably finish most of the white and rust cloak I have been wanting to do for awhile. At least I was able to cut most of the white twill for the cloak. I just need to cut the hood and the lining on Thursday. Raven finished her black cloak and the nice red/gold trim makes it look awesome. We just did not take pictures. It was rather late when we finished up and we decided we'll take pictures later. So cloaking last night was very productive.

Yesterday I found out that Little H our neighbour across the back alley was bitten by a dog on Sunday. She needed 18 stitches on her nose. Poor girl. Though it seemed like her mother and father were more distressed at the attack then Little H was. The thing that got them was that Little H had gone in to her next door neighbours yard to pet the dog when the attack happened. Luckily the owner was there or it might have gone much worse. Little H's father has told us to keep an eye out for Diablo (honestly that name screams menacing dog) and to report him should he ever get loose. He was upset because he could not charge the owner because it happened on the dog owner's property. Okay, I understand that reaction to a dog biting your little girl's face. I would be upset too. But every dog while in their own territory (yard) will defend it from strangers (anyone who doesn't live in the yard) even if they have known that stranger since they were weeks old.

Hubby and I used it as a lesson for Bear and Smiles as to why it is important to never approach a dog unless the owner ok's it. We also used it as a lesson to reinforce our rule about why the backyard gates need to be kept closed at all times. After all these attacks by dogs I have read about in the paper lately I try not to get paranoid, but erring on the side of caution makes me feel marginally safer. After all we can only do so much to keep our children safe without squashing their independence. Still, I will do my best to keep my children safe. Them and their friends. Speaking of which Little H is currently over and playing with Smiles. :)

Oh and the curse has been lifted. I apparently grow really large babies and only one at a time. For some reason I did not think I was 17 weeks along. Oh well at least the baby is well and kicking. Oof! I am not looking forward to when I can really feel them individually. Each and every kick. Oof!