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Grandma Was Halfway Through Her Quilt When Someone Decided It Was Finished

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Patchwork squares in faded blues, mustard and cream spread across Grandma Doris's lap as she threads her needle under the warm glow of a lamp. She is concentrating hard, glasses low, a plaid shirt peeking out from her grey cardigan. A spool of thread, a pin cushion and a pair of scissors wait nearby. The real centerpiece, though, is Pewter. He has sprawled across the unfinished quilt and fallen sound asleep, his long ears draped over the fabric and his paws tucked close. Baskets of folded linens line the shelves behind them, making the room feel like a cozy workshop.

Dogs often choose to sleep on fabric that smells like their people, and a quilt being handled for hours picks up plenty of familiar scent. It is sweet, but sewing spaces hold hazards for pets. Needles, pins and thread can be swallowed by curious dogs and cats, and string or thread can cause serious internal problems if eaten. Keeping pins in a closed container, counting needles after each session and never leaving thread trailing off the table are simple habits worth building. If you suspect a pet swallowed a needle or thread, talk to your vet right away.

Quilting itself is a calming, creative pastime, and having a snoozing companion nearby only adds to the peace of an afternoon spent stitching.

Pewter may be slowing down the project, but every great quilt deserves a tester, and he takes the job of nap inspector very seriously.

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