The Sock That Lived.

This sock is one of a pair I'm knitting for my son, Rory. However, the sock has already demonstrated its resilience. It survived.
A friend asked me to babysit his two retired guide dogs this morning whilst he was at hospital. Nevis is Ziggy's best friend and he's also very fond of Kirk, who is visiting John.
I took my knitting with me so I could complete the first sock out in the garden while the dogs were playing. Nevis often comes over to me for a cuddle so I didn't think anything of it until he shifted his head slightly, grabbed my ball of yarn and ran off, sock on DPNS in tow. My goodness those dogs had fun with their stolen treasure!
A few minutes and assorted bribes later, Nevis came back, dropped the saliva-sodden ball of yarn in my lap, burped happily and lay down beside me on the patio. Amazingly the needles were still in the sock when I reeled it in.
Therefore, this sock is a survivor