September 11, 2006
Dog hair
The bane of my existence. I have two dogs. Both have short hair. Buddy, the old guy, has a baby-soft undercoat and sheds huge quantities of hair. Lance, the beagle, hardly sheds at all. Both have fleas again, dammit!
Today’s task: De-flea. Bathe the boys. Launder their bedding and the towels from their bath. Sweep up the huge furballs from the corners & under the couch so that the hair won’t clog the vacuum. Vacuum. Rake the plumeria leaves from the gravel in the front yard & pick up poops in the boys yard. Spray the yard and the kennel and under the house where the feral cats hide. Collapse.
As an aside: I’ve been avoiding the TV this week. It’s been five years and the wounds are still too raw. Many others that I’ve talked to lately feel the same. I watch Katrina restospectives, reliving those dark days, crying, hurting, getting angry. I can’t do that with the 9/11 tragedy. Will we ever heal?
Posted by skeet @ 2:47 pm • Home & Family
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