It greets me at the door when I come home. It's with me still when I leave.
It follows me where ever I go.
If you come to my home it will follow you as well. You won't be able to shake it.
It's in the food my family consumes. In the liquid we drink to quench our thirsts.
It's in the air we breath. Underfoot, overhead, in every direction we turn it's all around us.
And just when I think that I have rid myself of it I turn to find it's still there.
There is no escaping it.
What is it?
For the love of Pete, the freakin' dog hair. My Dyson Animal was empty when I started. Can you see how high the level of hair is in the canister? It's almost at maximum capacity. In case you think I'm a lousy housekeeper I did a thorough vacuuming the day before yesterday. Less than 48 hours and one brushing session since I vacuumed last and this was the amount of hair on my floor. Alright I am a lousy housekeeper but I vacuum pretty much every day, dammit. Now you know why.
Hmm... Bald. I wonder what a lab would look like bald?
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