hello humans

it's me, beryl--the dog

I’m taking charge of the Gusset today.

I mean somebody’s got to do it—

—and Sarah can’t seem to begin.

It’s weird. I mean after days and days of weave, weave, weave—

—tap, tap, tap—

—and snip, snip, snip—

—you’d think she’d be more than ready to wax verbose about this rug.

But no. She just stands on the selvedge and stares.

Maybe she has some weird rule about not stepping on ancient napkins.¹

Or perhaps she thinks she should wash her feet again after our walk?²

I don’t know.

The ways of humans are beyond comprehension.

I think she’ll like it even more once she starts using it though.

So once again—

— I’ll just have to lead the way.³

1. Actually (and somewhat unexpectedly), I just really really like it!

And to the ancient napkins (three or four different sources), I’ll: tattered dish cloths, disintegrating hand woven towels, scraps of mended sheet, hankies of all sorts, and some bits of muslin from a jacket my husband designed and made for me about ten years ago.

2. Not that dogs need to worry overmuch about such niceties

3. Apologies for the very loud jet engine toward the end of this video. Would that planes could keep their sounds to themselves. Though it’s also lovely to notice the bliss of the roar fading away….

Wishing you a glorious solstice —whichever hemisphere you’re in.