Finn Blogs

Due to some freakishly warm weather the last couple of days, I was able to sort through some raw fleece* yesterday (definitely an outside job) and start washing it. It's been a while since Finn blogged, so I let him do the honors today. The following post is dictated by Finn.

Mommy did the most wonderful thing yesterday! She went up to the magic room, where I'm not really allowed (but since they took down the gates, I sneak up there sometimes when no one's looking) and she brought down a box. I have never in all my days seen or smelled such a wonderful box. If I could have rolled in the box, I would have but Mommy was watching the box too closely.

She took the box outside and very rudely left me in the house, but I could look out the window and did you know if you smoosh your nose up to the edges of sliding glass doors, you can get the scent molecules? Just a tip in case you ever get left inside while someone is doing what Mommy was doing. She opened the box and pulled out the second most glorious thing ever (the first being meatballs - I mean it's meat in a ball, what genius came up with that one?) - raw fleece! Have you ever smelled raw fleece? It's fabulous! Sheep must be the most amazing animals ever! I'm trying to get Mommy to get one but she mutters about the HOA and won't let me have one. I mean I would let it share my crate with me and we could take it on walks and does anyone know if sheep bite or have big claws? Because the cat does and I mean seriously, just 'cause someone knocks you over repeatedly with their ginormous puppy feet is no reason to jump on them and try to eat their eyeballs, so maybe we could trade in the cat for a sheep! I bet sheep don't meow at night either. Do sheep even talk? Man, I wish I lived on a farm! Then I could have sheep and I bet they wouldn't mind if I licked them and snarfled them a bit and maybe they would let me roll on them when they napped. I would share my tennis balls even! Yummy, yummy sheep!

After Mommy went through all the fleece (I don't know why, but really, do you have to have a reason to handle something that smells that good?) and shook it out , then she put some of it into these bags and the rest into a basket - the kind where the clean laundry goes (not a bad option to roll in if you have no raw fleece around) and then THE FLEECE CAME BACK INSIDE! Oh Joy, Oh Rapture, Oh Waggy Wag Wag!

The fleece in the special bags went into the big white box that the dirty clothes go into (also not bad to roll in - come to think of it, pretty much anything is good to roll in) and while she was messing with that...

I PULLED SOME OF THE FLEECE IN THE BASKET OUT AND ATE IT! YUM! Of course then she came out of the laundry room and fussed at me, so I swallowed really quick before she could stick her fingers in my mouth (man, she must like to do that, 'cause she sure does it a lot). I hope she puts that basket back where I can reach it because I bet I could get more fleece out.

I'm worn out now after all that excitement so I'm going to go fall asleep with my legs in the air. I think I'm going to ask for a sheep for my birthday! Does anyone know when my birthday is? I can't reach the calendar.

*The fleece that I was messing with was 3# of Polypay that I got last March (surprisingly, it hasn't hardened up or gotten yucky) from Homestead Wool and Gift Farm. While it wasn't a coated fleece and has some dirt in it, I didn't find any dung tags, there is minimal VM and only a few short cuts/second cuts in the whole batch. I don't really know what I'll do with it yet, but it needed to be washed before the lanolin did harden up and make cleaning it harder to do.