I Brushed the Dog

Yes...this is news worthy. I can honestly say that I haven't brushed the dog in...oh, say...a year. She hates getting brushed, I hate pinning her down, and nobody else seems to notice that she drops little puppies all over the carpet during shedding season.

The other day I grew another brain stem and decided to brush her outside for a change. She stayed still for 20 minutes while I brushed, with no hint of fangs.

Here are the results:

Two plastic bags full of dog hair.

All together now...Ewwwieee!

Just in case you weren't thoroughly grossed out by the first two pictues.

To get even more gross...do you know what I can do with all this hair? Yes, I could actually take it to my yarn store - The Knaughty Knitter - and spin the dog hair into yarn with a spinning wheel. (Yes, people actually do this...not just the spinning, but the dog hair thing as well). Then I could craft a special handmade trinket in honor of the said mutt. Awww, how precious.

Notice the word 'could'. I could do all this, but there is no way it will ever happen. For one, it's gross. For another, I wouldn't want to spin my own yarn. Well, not with dog hair anyway. I suppose if I had a sheep, or an alpaca, I'd be more inclined to shear it and spin my own yarn. I doubt the HOA would like that much though. Somehow I think livestock is a bigger no-no than an outlawed shed. Ultimately, there's the issue that last week was my first time even going to my knitting circle in about three months...and I've never once shown an interest in spinning yarn.

I learned long ago that I am and never will be the Proverbs 31 woman. I tried for awhile to be that woman, and was so relieved when Granny Lil (from church) informed me that God doesn't make all of us to be that woman. She sweetly told me that I could stop ramming my head against the wall for not being the homemaker that I thought I was supposed to be. God makes us all different, with different abilities (and clearly different dissabilities, ha ha.) Lil herself did the same for many years before realizing this.

I am so glad that there is hope, and that it doesn't lie in my ability to make my own clothing or my own food ingredients from scratch, or in even grooming my dog regularly. Whew!