I can tell the season is about to change — not because the weather is getting colder, but because there’s dog hair everywhere.
As the owner of two short-hairs and a four-legged mop — all of whom will never ever be “outside dogs,” I’ve gotten used to the fact that my house will never be free of dog hair. I’ve accepted that every single piece of clothing I own will have at least some dog hair — even my underwear. I’ve even resigned any hope that my socks will be anything but dog hair magnets and on some days will actually be more hair than sock.
But shedding season always knocks it up — there are some nights I actually dream I’m drowning in dog hair. No matter how much I sweep and vacuum in a day, the floors are covered in dog hair.
I admit I can’t be surprised that the furniture isn’t free of dog hair, I’ve seen all three roll around and shake off hair onto the couch and easy chairs — including the long-haired Shih Tzu.
When I first got a dog and had just one, I briefly entertained the thought of keeping the dog off the furniture. I think I lasted three days. My furniture has been filthy ever since.
And like the sand you bring home with you from a trip to the beach, the dog hair gets everywhere. I don’t know how it gets under the couch, but it’s there. Kitchen counters, dresser drawers, cabinets, not even the bathtub are safe. I’ve gotten into the habit of rinsing off the pots and pans and dishes when cooking because I don’t like eating dog hair.
But I’m fairly certain I’m eating more dog hair than I care to know about.
I’ve tried everything to keep the wave of dog hair at bay. The vacuums, dusters, sweepers, lint rollers and every other gimmick that says they’ll pick up pet hair don’t work half as well as they claim. I’ve come to the horrid realization that the only way to be free of the dog hair is to get rid of the dogs.
With two them on my lap and the other at my side, I can confidently say that isn’t going to happen.