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My cunning ploy to make the dog stop wanting me to play with it backfired horribly. We (my brother, Dad and I) had been joking around about throwing the dog and how much he'd hate it (based on his active dislike of swinging). We were talking and laughing and I was holding the dog, and Joseph told me to toss him to him. He was joking, I know, but I did it anyway. The dog flew through the air and Joseph caught him safely, and the dog LIKED IT!!! And then he wouldn't stop following me around! What sane dog likes being thrown?! 

And I now have a corded petticoat and velvet guards on my skirt...I know that Bristol's far off in the summery future, but I'm already getting excited about going. I just can't believe how far ahead of time I'll be prepared. I just have to make the doublet, and that won't take long at all.