we call him spidey hat Sami seems to be fine- (scroll down to yesterdays post for Sami info) She’s sleeping on the couch. 

I’ve been feverishly knitting away on a Christmas surprise- the perfect hat for my youngest-

 The pattern is by “Pumpkin Mama”   It’s called “We Call Him Spidey”  a 3 color stranded knit hat- with a Spiderman theme;) The hat is based on Hello Yarn’s chart/ pattern for the “We call them Pirates” Hat .

I’m knitting in Knitpicks “Wool of the Andes” in “Winter night” (blue) and “Coal” (black)   this is a stash dive project- (no yarn buying till after the 1st of the year) and the closest I could get for a red- was to double strand some brownsheep “Wildfoote” in Blood red. Guage is ok.  I think It will be a bit big….. but it’s fixable.

The needles are knitpicks US size 3 DPNS. I mucked up the bottom- so will be picking up and knitting down a corrugated rib brim after I finish the colorwork.

 I’m participating in PIF – via Ravelryhandknit goodies to the first three people to comment!  I am receiving goodies from T- At Blacksheep knitting guild!

I will send a handmade gift to the first 3 people who leave a comment on my blog requesting to join this PIF exchange. I don’t know what that gift will be yet and you may not receive it tomorrow or next week, but you will receive it within 365 days, that is my promise! The only thing you have to do in return is pay it forward by making the same promise on your blog.

Also- (and totally unrealted to the PIF)

I write for a group written devotional blog- called “Laced With Grace”- please stop by and say “hey!”   Today is my day to post!  I posted an article- called “At the Altar of a Dirty Floor”….See you there!

our girl SamiThis is our girl Sami- usually I have something ridiculous to say about her. 

Like: she ate my cracker barrel rocker, (well- ok- part of it) or, she licks the boys face as an appetizer to her dog food… or that when confronted that sharing with the dog could lead to germs— Noah responds “She doesn’t mind.”  Ridiculous stuff like that.

 Not tonight.  Tonight, I’m asking for prayers of our girl.  She had a rough evening.  Looks like she has a seizure.  This resulted in my turning into a puddle of crying goo- after trying to do a doggy heimlich maneuver- ’cause I thought she was choking…..then a frantic visit to the emergency clinic. She couldn’t stand- just flopped on my lap (all 30 lbs of her) on her side- and paddled her feet like she was running.  Breathing was “weird.”  Noah said she wasn’t blinking.  Neither was I.  And, I may have been holding my breath- too.  It lasted probably a couple of minutes.  VERY LONG MINUTES.  I think I prayed- I know I cried out Jesus name- asking without much in the way of words -for help.

By the time we located the number of the clinic- and had her leash- she jumped up to go to the door.  “Bye bye” is her favorite place;) I think that’s when I started to breathe better- myself.

The emergency vet said it may never happen again.  (We’re going for what’s behind THAT door- thank you very much) Or- it could start happening more often…. or once in a while.

I don’t remember ever having a pet have a seizure.  It’s a scary thing.  Fortunately, DH was home— but unfortunately so were all the kids.  At one point Noah asked if Sami was dying.  That’s what pushed the tears out of where ever I was holding them in at.

Everything is quiet now. Sami’s sleeping- I’m calm,(er) the kids are fine.  But- if you have a second- we’d appreciate prayers for our girl Sami.  Yeah- she’s a dog- and she’s even sometimes bad— but she’s ours.  And we love her to bits.

Matthew 10:29

Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father.

Dear Jesus- I know- she’s a dog- but she’s ours- God if you care for sparrows- and count the very hairs of our heads- then I gotta believe you care for our girl Sami- please help and heal her- please help us as we take care of her— and God?  Please help me not turn into a pile of goo- if this happens again… I love you Lord- and am glad that even when all I could do was cry your name- you were there. amen