A friend of mine who moved away last year just had a baby. I decided to make an Otto.
But the more I knitted, the more I kept declaring that its cute little face "looked just like my dog, Harper."
So the bear became a dog.
For those of you unfamiliar with my dog, he only has three legs.
There he is, lifting his stump to pee on a fire hydrant--just like the real Harper. I always tell him that he's such a cliche when he does that.
Can I just say that when I was taking these pictures, there was a man picking his daughter up from the school across the street, and he started talking to me about the stuffed animal and I couldn't understand a single word he said. And that's when I realized he was speaking in German. What the...?