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Thursday, September 05, 2013
Forget Socks! Where Does the Pet Fur Go?
Where Does the Pet Fur Go?
When our kids were little we had a white cat, Snowy and a
German shepherd mix, Lucky. They both
were “shedders”. It never bothered
me. But Steve would “lose it” at almost
every meal because he would find a piece of fur or two in his plate.
Maybe it’s because I truly love the fur kids, but my stock
answer was, “You know, you should be happy!
They only share with those they love.”
The kids would snicker and Steve would grimace. Our home had lots of wood and during many of those
years I either worked part-time out of the home or was a full time
stay-at-home-mom. Part of my daytime
routine was to get out the floor vacuum and go over all the floors. This was followed by getting out the carpet
vacuum and going over them.
Snowy shed white, Lucky shed black-our floors were a lovely
shade of gray.
When our beloved first round of fur kids went to heaven we
rescued Sunshine. Does anyone realize
how much fur one lab/golden retriever mix can shed and still have a full
coat? There wasn’t a day that I didn’t
sweep, vacuum and do little hand “pick-ups” during all our wonderful 14 years
with her. And when Pepper came into the
mix-well, it’s just too bad that I didn’t have the presence of mind and the
ability to do something with all that fur!
(As a sad note, Sunshine left us almost 2 years ago. We still miss her even with “new” Lucky to
love)
Now we have Pepper and Lucky. Pepper has never actually shed all that much,
but even with her very sleek coat Lucky does.
However, outside of my clothes-I don’t actually know where it all goes.
Part of it is definitely on the area rug in the family
room-I know this because Steve seems proud to show me the canister every time
he vacuums. But the bedroom rug? No.
The bed? Strangely
enough-no! The little dear sleeps under
the sheets right next to me every night and yet-when I clean out the dryer
filter-no fur! Pepper sleeps with us
too-so between them why is there not a single gray or brown piece of fur?
Can it all be going onto one area rug and my clothes?
I’m starting to make the analogy to “where do all the
missing socks go?” We know they go
someplace, but do we ever really know where?
My impression is that someday will I find all our missing footwear
covered in tabby and Chihuahua fur bursting out of some unknown hole in the
house.
Until then, I haven’t heard Steve mention that he misses the
“extra” loving on his dinner plates.