When we moved into our flat, there was a strange carpet in the hall. Each time I vaccumed it I got zapped through the vaccum cleaner. Only the vaccum cleaner got charged, it was totally weird and rather unpleasant. I told this to some of my friends and one year they pooled together for my birthday and presented me with a new floor, laminate and all, fitting inclusive. I was so happy I actually cried.
And I am still happy. But since my octogenarian dog (he's 16) doesn't dig as much as he did in the past his claws are longer than they used to be. Not as much that I should put him through the torture of clipping them but long enough to click and clack on this very laminate. And since elderly people don't sleep through the night any longer, he wanders. From living room to "library" (we do have about 2/3 of our 4000+ books in this room but it is only 12 square meters so library might sound a bit grand) and back. With a little tap dance in front of our bedroom to see if I might wake up to relieve him from his boredom. And so it called for a dampener or in other words: a rug.
A while ago I inherited some cones of carpet wool (some local sheep, I suppose they grey is Pommersches Landschaf) which I wanted to use for weaving at first. But I need my sleep, short as it is, and so I decided for the much faster method of knitting in garter stitch. (It still takes me too long to warp the countermarch)
So far it works. He can still roam the flat freely only without waking me at unholy hours.
Ramses, our younger one, may wander as well, I don't know. His nails are so short from digging for mice that they don't touch the floor.