I fully expect to be heckled mercilessly by those who live with longer-haired breeds, like shepherds, huskies, and retrievers. Shiva is a short-haired dog and only has a single coat. Her fur doesn’t mat, mud slides right off her back, and if we go a month (or two, or three) without brushing her, no one can tell.
Nonetheless. If all this is true, why – oh why – is there always fur on my floor? Everywhere I look is a sea of endless grey. I can sweep the same square foot for ten straight minutes and I still won’t get every last strand of Shiva-hair. I swear it hides, popping out as soon as I put the broom away. It’s shifty, the fur of the Sheevs. Perhaps it’s in cahoots with the cat.
Don’t even get me started on his shedding habits!
The above may not seem like a lot of hair to you, but I assure you, it was like there was another animal laying in the grass. After just a few minutes of brushing, it feels like I have removed every piece of fur from her body. And yet it keeps coming off. I don’t understand how a dog her size can have so much extra hair! It just seems physically impossible.
If she wasn’t so nervous of the vacuum, I would be seriously tempted to just take the hose to her, suck it up at the source. Though I doubt it would be worth the effort.
The time of year is irrelevant as well. Shiva is a daily shedder. Summer, winter, it doesn’t matter. The same amount of fur floats to the ground every time she shakes. There is no relief in sight.
At least Shiva seems to enjoy being brushed. She never shies away from whatever tool I try. It must be itchy, though she doesn’t scratch any more than other dogs. I guess she’s used to it.
It’s nothing to her if our couch is covered in slippery grey hairs, resistant to vacuums and Schtickies alike. The only way to remove it from furniture is to pick it up by hand, one by one. Which is why my pants are always covered in grey.
Ah well. What can you do? For the most part it doesn’t bother me. I can deal with the fur on the carpet, floor, and every other surface of my home. It’s when I find it on a plate in the cupboard or suspiciously located in the back of the fridge that my eyebrow raises. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.
She’s very lucky she’s so cute.