Get thee behind me dog hair!


We chose our dog Bailey, a labradoodle, for a number of reasons, one being someone told us that labradoodles ¬†don’t shed much.

We recommend doing more research than that if you are considering getting a dog.

Photo by Madison Hansen

Bailey sheds like Roseanne Barr talks, until the hair or the words are piling up all around you and  irritating the heck out of you.

Last night I was vacuuming up the full dog’s worth of hair that Bailey had deposited in one section of our house, and I was very proud that I was doing this. I was busting my tail, working up a sweat… I was doing the right thing. I was putting in my time. I was moving furniture, I was lifting up chairs, I was using that long skinny thing on the vacuum to suck up the hair way back behind the piano. And I was making no progress whatsoever.

Every time I turned around, it seemed like there was more hair on the floor than before.

Then I realized that the tube leading from the sucker part of the vacuum to the spinning hair collection part (stay with me – I know this is getting technical) had come loose. I was sucking up hair at one end of the vacuum and blowing it out all over the room from the other end of the vacuum.

I know there’s a lesson in there somewhere… something about activity doesn’t equal progress or the importance of follow-through, and I’m going to get to figuring out that lesson, but right now I need to vacuum that room again.

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