Watch that dog hair!!
We are in a hurry. For us. Doctor appointment in a couple of hours. On days like this, I have trouble getting dressed. I try to put on a tee-shirt and I can only find one sleeve. The other seems to be missing. I can see it. It’s there. But for some reason, my left arm absolutely won’t find it and when finally, my shirt is ON my body, the shirt feels funny. Because it’s backwards.
The pants were new. Rather than trying to find a pair in my chest of drawers — so over-packed with stuff for every season (because I can’t climb up to the attic anymore), I went for the new ones. I could find them AND I knew they probably were not covered with dog hair.
Everything else is covered with Duke’s fur. The Scotties don’t shed much. They stink (they need…
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