Friday, March 23, 2007
Sadie's a short-haired dog, so you'd figure her shedding ought to be minimal. I've had lots of terriers of different sorts, and they didn't shed so terribly.
But I swear, Sadie sheds cat hair. That's what you find in corners, and along the edges of rooms: balls of fluff, just like you get with cats. It flies to places I don't even want to talk about. Like, for instance, the kitchen range. I find it in the bathroom, where Sadie doesn't even go, unless I'm giving her a bath.
Today I went out to work with my filly, Libby. I put her through her paces in the round pen. She's getting better and better at understanding my signals to turn, and when I give the signal to rest, she turns toward me immediately. She is amazing.
When we were done, I brought her to the barn for some grooming. Dear Lord, the HAIR I encountered! Huge handfuls of it.
I got on an upside-down bucket and groomed her from that point, so she'll get used to me being up there; I laid over her back on my belly to get her used to my weight.
I looked down at myself, and my T-shirt was covered in a layer of hair.
I came to the house spitting hair, wondering if it has lots of fiber.