I have a brand new pattern in the shop today: a dachshund puppy! When I was growing up we would always ask my mom to tell us stories about the dachshund she had as a child. His name was Meatball and, according to my mother, in the winter Meatball would sit on the heat grate in the living room until he was so hot nobody could touch him. In other words, he would become a hotdog. We thought this story was incredible and hilarious and we heard it many, many times when we were growing up. Meatball, I dedicate this pattern to you!
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On a side note, my neighbors must be entirely sure now that I'm insane after watching me lie on my belly in the middle of the road taking dozens of pictures of a puppy stuffed animal next to a fire hydrant.