One totally annoying Golden Retriever for sale

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So yesterday, I went to a Super Saturday at the church and had a SUPER time! It was fun to be with friends and to make crafty stuff. But mostly it was fun to let the baby empty my purse, my sewing kit and the diaper bag and watch her toss baby wipes around the floor and make it look as though they were falling from heaven. Aaah. Very relaxing.
One of the projects they had there to make was this adorable purse. You could choose from two different patterns, or make them both if you liked. I liked, but I only had time to begin one of them. I ended up bringing mine home to finish and finally completed it around midnight. I lovingly placed it on the couch and went to bed. But not before I let Daisy dog in. I figured, "Hey it's a little chilly outside tonight. Maybe I'll let her in so she can warm herself by the fire." I can't help it. I'm a giver.
I woke up this morning to: "Maaaaawwwwwwwmmmmmmm! Daisy chewed your purse!"
WHAT?! Did she not understand that dogs don't eat purses? Doesn't she know that I'll beat the tar out of her? OK. I really won't, but I have to threaten, at least.
This is what I found.

A closer look revealed...
Fortunately, I had a tiny bit of left over fabric that I made work. Ooooh hoo hoo. She's so lucky.

Next time she chews my stuff, I'm gonna chew something of hers and see how she likes it.

Comments

Mandy said…
That is way cute purse!! And good thing you had the extra or I would really hate to see what you would have chewed!
November 16, 2008 at 8:38 PM
Tamara with a "T" said…
oohhhhhhh...I would've been so mad! BUT, I love Daisy...what a cute doggy...or DOG. She is big and almost knocks me over, but she's like a teddy bear, so loveable. I love your purse...I want one. How in the heck do you make a purse?
November 16, 2008 at 10:54 PM
Danielle said…
Yeah, how in the heck do you make a purse? Sheesh.

Ochinat.
November 17, 2008 at 6:27 AM
Jesika said…
I'm surprised Daisy is still alive!! lol

And, if she's really for sale, I'm sure Mylie will put in a fair offer! Since they have that special bond and all.....you know, playing in the dirt! :o)

Way cute purse, by the way! Great job!
November 17, 2008 at 10:36 AM
Terrie said…
My two goldens would love your golden. In any event, you can't even tell now. Good job.
November 17, 2008 at 10:57 AM
Vicky said…
you are so crafty, I am impressed!
but then you are very impressing all the time! bad dog! I have never met daisy so it was easy for me to just get mad at her too.
November 20, 2008 at 10:52 PM
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