Yesterday I wrote you that I finally cleaned out my cleaning closet, after some 30 years of stuffing more and more into it.
One of the things I put out as trash was a dust mop similar to the one above. I hardly ever use it because I’m fighting pet hair, and the dust mop just makes it swirl around in pretty circles and fall to the floor again. I put it in the garage next to the trash can for my husband to add to the burn barrel, maybe cutting the handle off for use elsewhere.
I just found what is left of the mop in the front yard. There were a gazillion neon yellow ‘hairs’ all over the yard where Amber had pulled them out of the mop head, chewed on them a bit, and then spit them out. I picked up the majority, but I didn’t get down on hands and knees. Maybe the rake will help later, when it warms up a bit more.
Amber
Today has been a character-building day for me so far.
Molly
Sweet Molly, who is now 13, had accidents in two places overnight. She almost never has accidents, but she IS getting on in years. I cleaned those up and am trying to get her outside, whether she asks to go or not, to see if she can control things better.
Abby
THEN Abby gave her breakfast back on the kitchen floor while I was concentrating on getting my first cup of coffee for the day.
Hopefully, things will tame down a bit as the day goes on.
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