Ever since I started spinning, my dad has joked that I should spin yarn from his dog, Wally. Last time I went to their house they had a particularly large amount of hair in a pile after a good brushing. Never one to turn down a challenge, I took it home and went to work.
Here it is on my wheel.
The finished and washed yarn.
The beginnings of a sweater.
The finished product and Wally himself.
It is actually amazingly soft. It reminds me of angora, actually.