who is rather large-ish (70 pounds) and produces copious amounts of hair. Long ago we had a bigger dog (130 pounds) in the house and I swore I would never have a big shedding dog inside again.
I lied. Pete is just so pathetic, I can picture him quivering in fright all night long if we put him outside. So he's in the house. Depositing his copious amounts of hair e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e.
Last year I got so frustrated with the furry tumbleweeds I went to the PetSmart (is it Pet-Smart or PetS-mart?) looking for relief. The lovely saleslady highly recommended a FURminator (As Seen on TV!) and even said her dogs loved getting brushed with it.
It was $50. People, I don't pay that much for my own hair brushes.
But I was desperate. I forked over the contents of my wallet and left the store. Then I forgot about it.
Today, desperation struck again and I remembered the miracle that my dog was going to love.
(insert rolling eyes)
But you know Pete, don't you. He cowered. He ran away. He hid in his box and I dragged him out. When I finally got him to the living room rug (this was before I vacuumed), he rolled over and showed his belly. I told you he was pathetic.
But to make a long story short, I brushed him as much as I was able, which was not nearly enough, and look at the pile of hair!
I'm going to
Be thankful ~