DENA’S
OCTOBER 2010
SCRAPPERS DOG BLOG
                                             

I’ve just finished browsing my favourite crafty store’s website and I noted there was a newbie instructor on the scene.  
 Interesting!   I may even take one of her classes as I have loads of pictures, of me of course!   Not than I’m bragging.

I called the store to book a class and was advised nothing was available for another month; I said they could put my
 name down regardless.  Although the class was a few weeks away I thought I’d better locate some of my photos in 
preparation as I’m usually in a last minute rush.  My favourite pictures were located and I was ready in advance – for once.

The weeks went by quickly and it was now time to get my gear and pictures ready for my class.  With everything in hand 
I arrived at the store and was first on the scene.  Once everyone was settled our instructor, Shaw-na, asked us to choose 
five favourite pictures to work with.   I chose mine within seconds.  All were glorious as I’m a very photogenic Basset.  Since 
I was ahead of the class in choosing my pictures the instructor suggested I look at some of the other class members’ pictures. 
 That proved to be a deadly mistake as once I’d seen some of them I became overwhelmed with “Basset chuckle howls” and 
couldn’t stop.  There was drool spraying all over the area including the pictures, with the exception of mine as I was well prepared 
for this scenario.  The more I tried to compose myself the worse it became so they moved to another table, together with the “damp”
 photos.  I didn’t apologize as it was their fault they’d brought such ridiculous looking pictures to class.

The class resumed at the other table and once again I was alone … at another craft table.  One of these days I’ll 
be banned from any future classes but until then I’ll try and enjoy this one by listening to the instructor from my table. 
 Eventually Shaw-na came over to give me verbal and written instructions.  The verbal was “stay where you are” and the 
written instructions were so simple I completed my first scrapbook page in record time. In my excitement I ventured over to 
the “other table” to show Shaw-na my accomplishment.  While she was looking it over I glanced at another scrapbook photo 
page which someone had painstakingly done and commented that it wasn’t very professional looking.   Trust me to bark 
before I think as she had done the page!

I returned to my table with my tail between my legs – gathered my items and made a beeline to the cash desk, where I
 came snout to snout with “zee little big boss” – Taffy.  Through her smug Yorkie grin she managed to wish me a good Basset day. 
 Of course I didn’t wish her the same…

Once in my Bassetmobile I headed directly home where I vowed never to take another scrapbook class….. that is until next month!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN