Yikes

You know it’s time to sweep when you go check to see what your little one is up to, and she’s waving around a clump of dog hair she picked up off the floor. (In my defense, it’s under the piano bench, and I only move the bench for sweeping once a month. Maybe I should do that more often.)

2 Responses to Yikes

  1. Yeah, it’s all those places like that. A magnet fell off the fridge and bounced underneath. . . and that’s when I discovered serious cat hair tumbleweeds.

  2. The Official Dog lets us know if we’ve missed something while sweeping or vacuuming – two minutes after we’re done she’s invariably chewing some well-nigh invisible scrap of something left behind in the process. We should have named her Oreck.