I’ve never really been able to figure it out. I have a short haired dog. All her hair is less than an inch long. And yet I’m suddenly buried under piles of it.
I have no idea where it all comes from. I brush the dog. Lately it seems that’s what I do most of my spare time. I take her outdoors, so the hair can blow in the wind or some other animal can take it and build a nice comfy nest or maybe knit a sweater, and I brush. And brush. And brush some more. I swear, over the weekend alone I removed the equivalent of two small dogs from her. And still she sheds.
If only dog hair could be used to heat a house or power a vehicle or something like that. It seems to be an endless resource. There is always more. Some times of the year there is a bit less, but there always seems to be some. But this time of year, it seems to be everywhere.
In spite of my best efforts, it still gathers in the corners, blows like tiny tumbleweeds around the floors, coats the carpets and furniture. It seems to have a life of it’s own.
I sweep and vacuum far more often this time of year, but I fear for the life of my vacuum. It seems to be sounding a bit worse for wear as it continually tries to keep up.
And although we are spending far more time outdoors lately, the hair seems to take delight in falling off indoors.
But I like my dog so I will keep brushing. It’s really the only way to touch her these days. Brush first, pet immediately after. Or risk getting caught in the cloud of hair.
