I love this time of year: flowers blooming, sun shining and a yard covered in a whispy layer of white dog hair.
With four big white dogs (Borzoi aka Russian Wolfhounds) that grow thick wintery undercoats when spring rolls around, I take the puppies outside, bathe them, put them up on a grooming table and take the blow dryer to them. I leave them in the dog room over night, and by the end of the second day, the entirety of the yard has been covered in a fine layer of long white hair.
The dogs hate getting bathed, but they love all the extra attention, combing and brushing. They look so good when they’re freshly washed; they seem to know it, too, with that extra bit of spunk as they race around. It’s fun to watch the cat chase the fur balls, only to realize it’s just dog hair then look to see if anyone was watching, and since I was, well then the cat has to act like he knew it all along.
Bad enough when the hair is still hooked to the dogs, to be fooled by a giant fur ball, that’s just so embarrassing.