Poor Dolly is not her usual happy self, and it will be a while before we get back to our nightly walks.  She's a very subdued little dog, and thinks twice about moving anywhere at all.  

We took her to the vet to be spayed on Wednesday, and it's been a tough few days as she recovers.  The vet commented on how tightly muscled she is, which has to be due to Macca, her Dad; her mum is a barrel of blubber.The tight muscles means she's very sore, and lets us know; I do believe she's getting even more spoiled now.   But it's hard to resist her woebegone little face.

We had a joint garage sale with friends today, so no sewing was achieved.  I'm working away at the Milky Way blocks, nearly three-quarters finished now. My sewing room is covered in a layer of navy and cream fabrics, which will take a lot of tidying up; I wish I could learn to pack things away as I go, but I don't seem to work that way.

I should probably start thinking about the next piecing project, seeing this is nearly done.  Time to go through the books and choose something new, something colourful I think.  I'm a bit tired of two colour quilts.