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.)
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"yowza" -- Frank J
"I heart you too!" -- Michael Medved
"I didn't vote for her either." -- Glenn Reynolds
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.
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.