Over the ground lies a mantle of white
White dog hair, that is. I'm not entirely sure how a mostly brown dog has ended up shedding enough white (I typed shite! Ha!) undercoat to make several entirely new dogs this month, but that's Addison's Disease for you, I guess. I'm thinking of keeping my sticky roller in a special holster on my belt.
Although, let's be perfectly honest here - it's Christmas vacation, all three kids are home and I'm working in sweatpants. I have no belt.
I wish there was a market for dog hair, because I'd be rolling in cash. Instead of dog hair. Sigh.
I did see an episode on some weird Animal Planet show about this lady who spins pet hair into yarn and then knits purses from it. Hmm. (No.)
Oh, I know! I could use it as snow around my little lighted village. (No.) I also entertained using the copious amounts of dryer lint I am accumulating this week as rather dingy snow, but that takes recycling and reusing in a flammable direction, which is irresponsible, even for me.