My mother made three of her small organizing totes in cat or dog fabric. (I received one for Sweetest Day in a pattern of Airstream trailers. Heaven...) I use mine by my bedside to hold my iPod, lip balm, tissues, etc., all in handy little interior pockets.
My sister (The Inmates' Uncle Chester) provided handcrafted wire spiral bracelets with dog or cat charms.
|Ack! Not the Dooney! That cat was loving|
Grandma's purse strap.
I made the mistake of telling Foghorn that I've had my eye on a blue-tick coon hound mix named "Confetti" who looks a lot like our St. Jimmi and I want to adopt her so I'll have a set of bookends. That led to Foghorn promising me everything under the sun if I'd take Confetti home today. She doesn't realize that, despite my stern voice and practical arguments, I'm always dying to bring a new addition home and it was all I could do not to start filling out paperwork. We have two cats and two dogs as it is. One more critter, on top of the Inmates, would push The Vulcan over the edge. (It might actually be fun to watch his breakdown. Yet another reason to consider that dog...)
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