I felt so bad for Molly and her beautiful speckled tootsies every time we had to go out in this BRUTAL arctic cold that we've been enduring all week. Colvin was concerned, and asked me if I could make Molly some socks. Sure. No big deal. I dug out a pair of worn out wool socks and proceeded to cut them down to fit her feet.
I think it took me less time to make them than it did to get all four on her feet! After victoriously donning Molly's feet with her new footwear, we were ready to brave the cold. We were only 10 feet off the porch before the first one came flying off, and the other 3 followed suit shortly after. **SIGH**. At least she can't wiggle out of the sweater I made for her!
|"Mom, does this sweater make me look fat?"|
Diane and barefoot Molly