Ever heard of “tomte-cide”?
During the sanding process, I made the mistake of leaving the tomtes I was crafting on the kitchen counter when I left to pick up my daughter from basketball.
Boomer, the golden retriever puppy, does not have a discriminatory palate. Food. Not Food. Doesn’t matter.
Poor little tomtes–only a few survived.
You can learn how I made these cute little fellers over at Altered Pages.
Oh dear! Tomtes beware!
You’ve got that right Holly! At this very moment, I’m in the kitchen doing my morning blogging/Boomer sitting. In front of me is a bowlful of dismembered tomtes.