Let Sleeping Dogs Lie?

I read a humorous quip which suggested that trying to maintain a clean home with a dog in residence is similar to hoovering, sweeping, cleaning whilst eating cake. One reaches the end of the chores and wonder why the place is no cleaner than when one began. Something similar could be said about being a sew-er; how do threads and fabric scraps migrate from the spare room all down the stairs? You would think I never swept up after myself but I truly do. Yesterday I found a tiny circle of orange fabric in the sitting room which I last saw on the sewing table ready to be appliqued to a flower...REALLY? 

As you can tell from the photo, Sandy loves to help, (actually she prefers to supervise, but she turned her back when I tried to take her photo) and lying on the tiny landing means that she remains in the center of the action.

Am I the only person who hoovers around the dog? And then sneaks up to clean her space when she is elsewhere engaged? 

Like trying to silently collect used dishes from the teenagers' rooms when they have expressly told you to stay out and there aren't any there, but somehow all the mugs and bowls have wandered out of the kitchen. 

Yesterday's soundtrack was an Emergence podcast by Lucy Jones about The Druid Renaissance. The most interesting part concerned her/ our/ one's reconnection with the natural world and how that reconnection leads to increased awareness of humans' destruction of nature. Relevant to now.

Off to finish cleaning, and then sew; I could not sleep last night so designed several new bags (as one does) which are now itching to be made.