Let me quash this rumor right now. (What rumor? The one I’m starting!) Hear me now and hear me good: I am NOT involved in any kind of Dog Sweater War with Norma. It is pure coincidence that we each are in the throes of tiny terrier love, a love which dare not speak its name and can be expressed in only one way: the knitting of tiny terrier togs.
I am NOT trying to escalate the Sweater Count between me and Norma. I merely note, in a spirit of love and accurate blog-keeping, that Norma and I currently are tied at two (2) adorable dog sweaters each. (Edited to add: OK, that was a lie. What can I say, arms races are full of deception and mind games. Satellite surveillance reveals that Norma has made Mr. Jefferies 4 sweaters, including one that was destroyed via felting.)
Here we see Olive cavorting on the beach (her first trip to the beach, where things smell Different, it seems) in another fab sweater (the “Irish Fisherdog”) from Kristi Porter’s fab book, Knitting for Dogs. At this point, my copy is well-used but not yet dog-eared (har har); there are many others I still want to knit for Olive. She is not well trained in any other aspect of her young life, but she is a good, solid sweater-tolerator (more than I can say for the children).
The yarn: a ball and a half of Rowan Denim in the palest shade, Tennessee, knitted more tightly than usual, on US 4 needles (in case of squalls). Olive is growing so fast in body length that it turned out to be more of a tankini than a traditional fisherdog’s jumper. But Olive is not complaining. She is a dog; she only complains if she is stranded alone on a piece of furniture for 5 seconds or more.
Fun fact: this pattern did not have an opening on the back for the leash connection, and I thought of it too late to make one, but it turns out that the hole that forms where the center cable twists is just big enough for the D-ring on Olive’s harness.
“War is not the answer/only love can conquer hate.” (Call me, Mr. Jefferies!)