Emma the Tank A-Go-Go

I've not been slaking off here, despite the toddler shrug still sitting in my studio, pouting away. I've been working on constructing a sweater for the Tank.



For this, you pulled me away from my sunny spot on the living room floor?





A treat after we're done? I can't believe you're making me work under these conditions.






I feel so weak...




Woohoo!

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I'm having to make up the sweater as I go. Nothing works for what's basically a dachshund that's been super-sized. So far, so good. The tricky bit will be doing the leg openings for the girl.