I am so depressed right now. It’s not anything that serious, but it is very upsetting to me. When Jami was born, my sister crocheted a beautiful baby afgham for her — the one I wrapped her in to bring her home from the hospital. My sister is very, very talented when it comes to tying knots in yarn and this afghan had a beautiful design.
For years I’ve kept it hanging on a quilt rack in Jami’s room, and occasionally Jami would use it when she was chilly. Recently I put it in the laundry room hamper so I could wash it. Last night it was on top of the pile in the hamper, next in line.
This morning AJ apparently discovered it on the floor and threw it back in the hamper. When I went out to switch out a load of wash, I discovered that the dogs had chewed three holes in it.
I am just sick.
I know it’s just an afghan, but I’m a very sentimental person and it makes me so sad. I’m hoping my sister can patch it so we will at least have part of the original afghan. They’re not really big holes so maybe she can patch them. I hope so.