I was putting together some kusudamas last night--sewing the modular components together--and had gotten up to add more wood to the fireplace. I had literally gone three steps and turned back to look, even though I was only away from my project for a second and it was on a high table. I swear that dog sprinted for the damned thing the instant my back was turned.
So, Dusty earned herself a neck sign today.
Damned dumb dog, she's lucky I turned around and caught her. Also lucky that the needle had fallen off of the thread, which I ended up having to pry her mouth open and go spelunking for. Nothing like yanking a wad of dog-spit-covered thread out of an unwilling dog mouth while scanning said mouth for a needle. The kid found the needle on the floor, thank God, so the dog was spared a trip to the vet's office.
The kid insisted on making her a neck sign, though Dusty realized it was not a Good Thing and didn't really want to get her picture taken with it.