I finished the outfit for that doll I knitted. Here he is, completely dressed and posed with some of his favorite music. Which I've been listening to a lot lately, too. Maybe I'm having a midlife crisis and reliving my youth.
And, here for your entertainment, is another picture:
This, my friends, is what your house might look like if you had a Saint Bernard. That attractive splotch on our 9-foot ceiling is dog fur, cemented in place by slobber, and flung there by Ruthie.