I'm not what you would call a "good" pet parent. Don't get me wrong, I love Dogarella to bits and I keep her fed and watered and walked. And I love on her lots and lots, but sometimes I skimp on the extras, like puppy playground trips or you know, grooming. The grooming thing might seem like no big deal since she isn't the kind of dog that needs multiple baths or hair cuts. Actually, though, the grooming thing is extra reprehensible since I bought the uber fancy (read: expensive) Furminator so that I wouldn't have to groom her as much as one would without the fancy device. It's as if I came, I saw, I conquered, I gave up. In other words, I suck.
My predilection for grooming laziness, however, was over-powered by my procrastination for stuff needed to do for baby-on-the-way and I pulled out the Furminator yesterday. Of course, Murphy's Law was at work, so LB woke up from her nap, ten minutes into the grooming process. Nonetheless, I think that after ten minutes of Furminating I had more dog fur, than dog.
And for those of you currently freaked the fuck out because, EW! DOG FUR! FLOOR! Be at peace. I cleaned it all up and vacuumed and the floor was returned to its normal spotless state, also known as, not all that spotless, but fur tumbleweed free.