Some days I feel like I'm going to the dogs around here.
Especially when they shed. Or get fed up with one another. Or do something so amazingly cute that I can't help but fall in love with them all over again.
Now they're napping. Thank God!
It has been one of those mornings. Arf is getting new molars. I thought his teething was all done. He'll be one year old next month. But no! Little white nubs are poking through his gums.
What are his favorite chew toys? Socks. Not old ones we give him, but ones he sneaks from the laundry basket. He can grab a sock in half a second. And have it shredded in about five.
Add in the annual fall shedding season. Even though I brush them every day, if I skip one day vacuuming, it looks as if I haven't cleaned the floor in a month.
And there's all kinds of hair. Just so I don't get bored.
Both Woof and Arf have a soft, downy undercoat. Woof's is black; Arf's is tan.
Woof's silky topcoat is wavy and he's a tri-color. Arf's topcoat consists of two-inch bristles that are either silver, black, or black tipped with silver.
Since I haven't vacuumed yet today, there are no photos. You have no proof to present to the Health Department.