I vacuum and I sweep, I sweep and I vacuum, but to no avail. There are two creatures living in my house that won’t. stop. shedding. I just spent 30 minutes picking clumps of hair out of my little dog’s hindquarters. It’s like picking at a scab or peeling a sunburn. Gross to those who are watching, but completely absorbing to the person doing it.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my dogs. I love them probably more than I should. For a long time (read: eleven years), they were my babies. Then I had an actual baby, and I realized that yes, they are just dogs. I still love them dearly, but they are most definitely just dogs.
The hair didn’t bother me too much, until I found one in my baby’s diaper. After she had used it. That’s not okay, on any level.
So, I fight the good fight. But the hair is winning.
Mamadance 