A picture of my dog to close a very long day
Sweeping is now a part of my summer vocabulary. The dog is shedding spectacular amounts and I would actually applaud if I wasn’t so busy accidentally stepping on a tuft of hair the size of a pomeranian, slipping and slamming into the nearest wall.
Charlie’s response to the sweeping is to stage a protest. As soon as I turn to get the dustbin, he walks over to the pile of fur and dust and dirt and lays down on top of it. As if to say, “Excuse me, this is MY hair and I decide what to do with it. And I have decided to make a bed. Out of my own hair. I am an artist.”
For those of you wondering, his laziness continues to spin out of control. Last weekend, while sitting for Klaus, I took both dogs out for a walk and we ended up getting caught in the rain. We sought refuge under the lip of a garage and it took approximately 30 seconds of us standing still for my dog to yawn and lay down for a nap.
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