About 16 months ago, I attempted to recreate a dog mat that I had bought at a dog show. I loved the original, and I would happily have bought another one. But I have never been able to find the vendor who sold it to me.
The first one I built didn’t turn out half bad:
But I still liked the original better: It’s quilted, but not too thick, with fleece on one side, denim on the other side, and some sort of thin batting in the middle. The one I bought is sturdier than the one I made — even when chased and tumbled over, the bought one doesn’t all rumple up and fold over itself.
So I tried it again, this time with new materials: denim on one side, fleece on the other side, a medium weight batting (the sewing store clerk told me it would mat down after awhile), and best of all, this iron-on glue-tissue stuff that kept all the layers from sliding around as I sewed them together.
This dog mat turned out much better than my first attempt. It’s heavier like the original, and doesn’t fold up over itself even under dog wrestling. The glue-tissue stuff really worked to keep the layers together, so it didn’t bunch up while I was sewing it.
I did need help — the thicker and heavier layers and maneuvering them through my non-quilting sewing machine needed another set of hands, which Russ was happy to provide.
But I’m pretty happy with it:
In my last post about labor of love AND economy, it turned out that my homemade efforts were less expensive than the store-bought. But in this case, alas, that’s not true. I bought the original mat for about $25. This homemade one cost about that just in materials, even after the 30% sale discount.
Perhaps if I had gone to a 2nds store or ordered online, I might have found less expensive materials. Or if I had a wholesale account somewhere.
But then add on the 12 hours it took to make this mat, well, that pushes it way over the top, even if I were paying myself just minimum wage.
But regardless, Cooper seems to like it. He eats his dinner on it, lies on it once in awhile, goes to it when told “go to your rug,” brings the stolen underwear and hand towels to it, and even regurgitates on it from time to time.