Minpins and yarn just don't mix

I am sure Nola was convinced she was helping me out. She even went so far as to pick the skein of yarn I needed to wind next to finish the cute grrl clutch I am making.

I just spent the last two hours untangling her mess and she sat on the edge of the chair at attention the whole time watching me. She knew she fucked up. Now that I put it down, finally finished, she is snoozing next to me on the couch. She doesn't know how close I came to bringing home a Yorkie baby today. It would be quite tragic for her princess status to be displaced.