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Dear Rosie, the Tasmanian Devil dog has kept me busy untangling yarn and string all day. I'd get a skein of yarn straightened out, and there she'd be with a "skein" of beading twine. Finish that and another skein of yarn is in a heap. Obviously she has finally found the main source of yarn, but I can't figure out how she gets to it. Sum total of my day is 2X one skein of yarn, 1 skein of another, 2X with the beading cord and 2 wrestling matches over a remnant of fine veil material. She's killing an empty yogurt cup. She also rears up and paws my face, something I'm stumped as to teach her not to. Ugh. If she wasn't so cute, she'd be pounded into the floor today.