I won't even put a picture on this blog post. I'm too embarrased. I spent all weekend cleaning. And cleaning. And then cleaning a little bit more. Actually, I wish I would have taken a picture of all the dog hair I vacummed and swept.
The worst part? I need to clean still more.
This is the life of a family with four dogs. Who might, on any given day, have five or six dogs in the house, depending on if we're watching someone else's dog(s), too. That's a lot of hair. A lot of slobber. A lot of dog toys hither and thither.
I've worked six out of the last seven weekends. The house had gotten to a state that was, well, scary. As I was dashing off to private training appointments, I'd glance over my shoulder as I walked out of the house and this thought went through my mind:
I hope I don't wind up missing. The police detectives would have to come to this house and see all the dog hair rolling along on the floor like tumbleweeds in the desert.
I wish I was kidding, but that really was one of the thoughts I had... I don't know why I'd turn up missing, nor was I even worried that I'd be missing. I was just worried that someone would come in and see the mess.
The one thing that didn't slip? The quality of life for the dogs. They always had a freezer-full of stuffed Kong's and Squirrel Dudes. They always had a sparking clean water bowl with fresh water -- and ice, don't you know. Heck, when I did way-overdue laundry, their dog beds were the first to go into the washer!
As I'm home a little more now, I hope to restore the house to it's normal state. Never clean, but at least tolerable.
