Sunday Stash...

I bought today's subject fabric a few months ago.  But I didn't have a blog then, and I never posted about my stash.  So I am taking the position that it doesn't matter when I got it -- if I haven't posted about it, it's fair game. :-)

I wanted to make a quilt for my neighbor's daughter, and found a Clementine jelly roll for a good price on ebay.  (This was during my surgery recovery, when I spent almost all day online.)  On the day that the box came, I opened the box, examined its contents, and then put it in the hallway next to the basement/sewing dungeon door (so that I would remember to take it downstairs with me).

As always, Bentley watched me do this.  Since he can't stand to be more than 3 feet away from me, I didn't think anything of him following me into the hallway.  I went back into the family room and sat on the couch.  A second or two later, I saw a white flash jump into my dad's recliner.  I documented what I saw next and have translated his expressions for you (I am fluent in Small Evil Dog Thoughts).

  What?!?!  I just wanted to look at it... I've never seen one of these before!

Don't you dare take this away from me until I have had a chance to examine it.

::: sniff ::: Hrm... 

 ::: sniff ::: :::sniff:::   ...I am settling in for a closer look.  ::: sniff :::

Oh mom, how nice of you!! You bought me a new pillow!!!

This is one of the many, many times that I have told him, "thank goodness you're cute.  Otherwise, I might have to strangle you."  Because really, who can be mad at *that* face?!?!?!?!

(For the record, Bentley is a Bichon, and they are hypo-allergenic.  Plus, my neighbors have a dog that is half Bichon, so I'm really not worried about giving away the quilt made from this jelly roll that now has Bentley germs.)

The Tiny Peanut

Meet Bentley:

He has a middle name, but we really only use it when he is bad.  I'm sure that he heard "BENTLEY JAMES" after I took these photos... and stopped laughing (Yes, they were two separate incidents.  He has a thing for toilet paper.).

I don't have kids, but anyone who has met him can tell you that he's an awful lot like a 4-legged toddler.

He will also melt your heart with his adorableness.  I'm pretty sure that he could make world peace happen.

He has about a million nicknames, but his first one was "Tiny Peanut."  My sister started it, back when he looked like this (the weekend after I got him, he was 13 weeks old):

Why did I name my blog after him?  There are two things keeping me going right now... quilting, and Bentley. It seemed appropriate to combine the two.

That, and right after I got Ebbie, I had him down in the sewing dungeon with me.  I was working on something and I thought he was asleep.  I saw him move out of the corner of my eye, and turned to see what he was getting into.  And then I sewed right through my fingernail, and halfway down through my finger.

Um, ouch.

But I couldn't be mad at this:

So I named my blog after him instead.

There will be more Bentley in the future... consider yourself warned. :-)