We got our little beagle/dachsund Addie in February and found that she loves to ride in the car. She also sheds a lot and my daughter thought it would be nice to have a quilt that would fit in the back seat for Addie to sit on while enjoying her rides, as well as one that could be easily removed if someone needed to sit in that spot and not be covered with dog hair.
I used all kinds of scraps, blocks, and bits and pieces (not coordinated at all) to put together a quilt for Addie.
I didn’t use batting but stitched some rows to hold the backing in place and stitched on a binding.
The piece is 28 inches wide x 53 inches long with the top portion tucking under the headrest. It stays in place very well.
Somehow, Addie seems to enjoy her car rides even more now.
Click here for my daughter’s post about Addie riding in the car and Woody Guthrie’s famous song.
When I lost my 14-year-old hound, Rusty, a few weeks ago, I thought I would have to wait awhile before I could even consider another dog. But my daughter and I were lonesome, it was much too quiet in the house and we agreed it might be well to think about getting another pet. We support a rescue group in Cincinnati, Recycled Doggies, which takes dogs from rural shelters with a high kill rate, places them in foster homes and makes sure they are healthy and ready to go into a new home before they are offered for adoption. Through Facebook, I watch the dogs come and go and when I saw a beagle/dachsund mix, female, 1-2 years old, arrive in town, I kept an eye on her and saw that she would be up for adoption at a big Furry Valentine event in our area this past weekend. We were there when they opened the doors and I knew immediately, she was the dog for me.
She’s very shy and doesn’t seem to know any commands or even how to walk on a leash, but she’s eager to please and I know my daughter and I are going to enjoy having her share our home and our life.
We named her Addie (thinking of the little girl in House Without a Christmas Tree and also in the movie, Paper Moon). She enjoyed meeting the grandchildren on Sunday.
Although she doesn’t bark, it’s not nearly as quiet in the house now.
I’m very sad this morning. Last night, my hound dog, Rusty, passed away. He was 14 years old and my best pal.
On Friday, I pause and remember a single, wordless moment from the past week – inspired by The Warden’s Log.
We have a beautiful little park close to my house in Loveland, Ohio, where I like to take my dog, Rusty, and my four-year-old granddaughter. There is a nice play area for Dolphin ….
For over a year, Dolphin has been fascinated by a huge tree that was cut down and is still there near a big stump.
On Halloween Day we were surprised to find a face carved on the stump – so appropriate to the day.
There’s a beautiful bridge that connects two playgrounds and leads to a trail in the woods (Rusty’s favorite spot).
To add to the fun, there’s a pretty lake with ducks and usually a bunch of kids feeding them. Rusty’s not choosy – he’ll sniff anywhere.
All in all, it’s a nice place to spend some time on a sunny autumn afternoon.
Our local park has a lovely trail that makes you feel as though you are in the woods on an old farm. The trail is cleared enough to be able to walk comfortably and get really close to a wide variety of trees, flowers and … weeds. My 8-year-old mixed hound, Rusty, loves to go on the trail. Unfortunately, he has a thing about riding in cars and always looks completely despondent until I take him out of the back seat and he sees where he is. Then, it’s pure joy as he investigates every inch of every plant on our walk.
We didn’t expect to see any really colorful fall foliage this year after a dreary, hot, drought-ridden summer, but the trees are spectacular in spite of the bad treatment nature gave them this summer.
There are a lot of almost deformed trees along our walk. These are two of my favorites.
This is always a slow, leisurely walk, giving Rusty all the time he wants to sniff. He’s had some health problems, so after 20 minutes or so, we’re both ready to head back to the car.