Stinker attacked it as soon as it was off the needles, but lost interest as soon as we grabbed the camera.
These socks aren't quite done, but I can tell that, once again, they're not for me. I've been starting all these socks and, by the end, I'm handing them off to someone else. No one's asking for them or holding a set of dpn's to my head, it's just this vibe that I'm getting. These are either for my visiting half-sister or Dad's girlfriend; only time will tell.
As for Stinker, she's just happy that Spring has sprung. May the shedding begin!