Tails of Woe

Our son and his family left this morning with the inlaws for an overseas holiday, and we’ve added their Labrador to our Labrador for the duration. She’s a very sweet-natured dog and gets along just fine with our equally lovable one.


Until today there wasn’t much dog hair around but suddenly I’ve discovered that not one but both dogs are commencing their summer shed. A little dog hair is normal fare in our family. After all, as breeders of Shetland Sheepdogs we’ve had dozens of dogs – long-haired ones at that – over the years. But we have a new carpet, too. Not just “a” new carpet, but one that turned out to be the wrong colour and is soon to be replaced. Until then we need to keep this one clean… very clean… because after it comes up it’s going to be laid elsewhere.


We should just let the dogs stay outside but that’s not going to happen. First of all, the weather forecast for the rest of the week is 30o C. And second, sporting dogs or not, they’re both accustomed to being pampered family members. Banishing them is unthinkable.



So we’re resigned to two dogs discarding arrow-tipped loose hair that will imbed firmly into the carpet pile, eight rather large feet tracking in mud from the damp garden after a quick romp, two sets of jowls dribbling mouthfuls of water on a trail from the water dish to wherever we happen to be (why is it they never swallow that last gulp?), and, of course, their best weapon of destruction—two very long, very sturdy tails clearing coffee mugs and wine glasses from the coffee tables onto the carpet. Sigh. I’ll just keep an extra towel handy and plan to vacuum frequently.


But not this evening. It’s Canada’s 142nd birthday and we’re about to have dinner out on the deck, dogs included, of course. Spills and soil don’t matter out there.


Happy Canada Day, everyone!

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Published by Carol

A freelance writer of fiction and non-fiction living on the West Coast of Canada.

9 thoughts on “Tails of Woe

  1. Did you say 30 degrees? It’s 108 in my neck of the woods. Hasn’t summer arrived yet? I bet 108 would feel like punishment for you; it does for me.

  2. Tricia, 30 degrees Celsius is hot enough for me. That’s only about 88 degrees F. and I don’t even want to think about 108! I would perish at that temperature! How do you stand it?

  3. What a sweet picture! My black lab/chow mix, Spike, passed away from old age last summer. My beagle/terrier leaves his hair on the shirts he pulls off the hangers in my closet as he hides from our 4 cats, but otherwise keeps it to himself. Cat fur is everywhere, all year round. 😦


  4. I’m sure you’d take extra dog hair if you could have Spike back. We’re enjoying the second Lab’s visit since it’s only been in this past year that we’ve had just one dog around. I miss our Shelties.

    Thanks for stopping by. 🙂

  5. They’re beautiful puppies. And I sympathize about the hair. We rescued 5 cats and only one stays outside. The other 4 think they died and went to heaven.

  6. Once they’ve joined our families, whether they’re canine or feline “children”, they have to be considered full-fledged members and have the right to be wherever we are, don’t they? I admit I don’t really mind the hair–that’s what vacuums are for–but I may soon have to invest in slippers for those eight soil spreading feet. They’re a bit much at times.

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