Shit Yeah, I Just Did That

It couldn't be helped.  When it's cold outside he obsesses.  He comes in, lays down (uh, on the SOFA!) and licks his joints. 
~lick~lick~lick~
I think he's arthritic.  I feel bad for him.  I'm also 40 and home alone and don't have to work tomorrow.  Whatchyougonnado? 
I crocheted leg warmers.  For a male dog.  Yes, I did.  I think he likes them.  I can tell because he started humming, "she's a maaaaaniac, MANIAC on. the. floooor." 
he's looking at me with those big brown eyes, saying, "please, mom, can you crochet me a sweater with a giant head-hole?" 
Only then will he be complete. 
I'm not sure who should be more embarrassed here, the crazy lady crocheting random shit for her critters on the first night of a long weekend, or the dog wearing leg-warmers.