I decided to come clean - unlike the pashmina. Yep, that's right. After all that, the stains were still mostly there. I toyed with the idea of putting it near Knight's food bowl and pretending he'd got hold of it, but I didn't think I'd be able to disguise the burn holes as dog-teeth holes. Anyway, that wouldn't have been fair on Knight, and I would have felt like a total lowlife when he turned his sad eyes on me after the telling-off by Mum, and probably Dad, too.
Soooo... I went to Mum after dinner, pashmina in hand, tears in eyes, heart in throat, and showed her the ruined thing.
You'll never guess what... She was fine. Well - not fine exactly, but it wasn't nearly as bad as I expected. She looked more sad than angry. I guess I must have looked really worried and scared (which I was) and she took pity on me. I even got a cuddle. When I told her the saga of the washing and drying and ironing and the mending attempts, she even laughed a little bit (though she was trying to keep her face grumpy and stern) I left the bit out about the possible blaming of Knight, though.
I now have to wait for Dad to get home so they can gang up on me discuss my punishment. I hope it's not grounding again. They can stop my allowance for a few years months weeks. Maybe I could offer to go without treats like ice cream or cookies or cake instead. Or not...