I finished (mostly) a thing yesterday:
He's gone into the washing machine for a whirl.
And when he comes out, I will stuff him and fit some washable bells and sew him up. Then he gets to fly off to the UK while I stay here and labor in the salt mines.
Which is totally fine, I mean I did just get promoted to the top of the quarry and all...
And here's a gratuitous picture of Rex:
On the general principle that a cute dog picture never goes amiss.