Hanna is not my BFF socks and a Weiner Weiner Roast

As you scratch your head and try to make sense of my post title, lets get to the FO shall we? First up, the "Hanna is not my BFF" socks.

Pattern: BFF socks by Cookie A.

Yarn: Cascade Heritage Paints

Needles: Size 1 addi turbo laceweights

Started: June 22, 2008

Finished: September 8, 2008

Mods: None

Made the finishing rows Hurricane Hanna weekend, hence the name.

Next up, the annual New Jersey Weiner Weiner Roast sponsored by a lovely family involved in Daschund Rescue of North America. You see my lovely weenie, Annie, was adopted through DRNA some 6 years ago now. We were her foster parents while we were waiting for our other adoption of a dog named Cody to come through. In having her here, we fell in love with her sweet disposition and adopted her. It was actually fate as Cody's foster parents fell in love with him and adopted him to be his forever family. Annie, (at the time her name was Francesca then to Frannie then to Annie), was one of 40 dogs rescued in a raid of a St. Louis puppy mill. The female dogs were planned to be drowned for being older and no longer of puppy-producing potential. The ASPCA caught wind some how, raided the place, shut them down, and surrendered the dogs to DRNA for placement. One of the little girls she was rescued with, Donna Mae, still comes to the picnic with her forever parents. They sniff each other and then the tails start to wag when they recognize one another. The third of their rescued female trio passed to "the bridge" a few years ago from mammary cancer. This poor dog had been through the ringer. She was rescued with severe abdominal pain. When the dogs were sent to the vet for a work-up post rescue, they were able to identify that she still had a "petrified" puppy in her uterus that was never birthed! Can you freakin' imagine? Those jerks never took her for medical care following her 7-8 deliveries in her lifetime, nor did they our Annie.

So anyway, the loving family that are our contacts for DRNA in NJ have a lovely annual picnic that is invitation only to all parents and foster parents of doxies rescued through DRNA. Family members including non-doxie brothers and sisters are always welcome. Cartman is always one of a few non-doxies and man does he ever start a small dog ruckus when he saunters in. They have picnic food for humans and canines, a DJ, raffles, a canine massage therapist, reiki practitioner, micro-chipping professionals, a dog "communicator", photographers, and a caricature artist all free to everyone. We always have a good time seeing the other happy tails wagging that they now have their forever homes. They have a blessing of the dogs with a non-denominational priest and a memorial ceremony. All of the names of dogs "at the bridge" are stated around the circle while music is playing and they release biodegradable white balloons for each family as they state the names of their beloved pets. It chokes us all up every time.

We also have the weiner races. Here is a short clip. It's pretty hysterical seeing all of the hot dogs running amok.

Cartman was entered into the non-doxie race.....all by himself. He ran the other way and was finally lured to the finish line with a hot dog. Yep, that's my boy.

Good times, good times. Today was an interesting and rather trying day off so I'm going to go relax before walking back into hell at work tomorrow.