I'm a hairy monster

I am not a shedder. Not like those Golden Retrievers who are a hair machine on legs.

But I do have a natural attrition of old hair as the new hair grows. So after a week there is little white hair balls scattered around the house. Especially in corners and around the legs of furniture.

She grumbles and says that she has to vacuum more now that I'm living here. She calls me a hairy monster.

It's natural. Get over it.

She has a hairy rug, too. It's a Flotaki and if I was a rug, I'd look just like it. We both have long, soft, white hair. Although a Flotaki is sheep's hair. I love to roll around on it. I spread myself out very flat and try to disappear. When I was a wee pup, it was hard to see me.

And I have a hairy bed. Long, soft, white hair like me. It sort of reminds me of my dog mum which is stupid because my mum is living, breathing and my bed is not.

She is also grumbling because I am getting prickles in my hair when we go walking in the park. It's that time of the year, the grasses are drying out and so are the prickles and they jump onto my hair.

We went for a big walk around a big lake and there were lots of grasses and bushes. You are meant to stay on the path but the path is boring. The grasses and bushes are much more interesting. They have lots of smells and tastes and insects. And that's where the prickles are.

So when we came home she sat me on her lap and pulled ten prickles out of my hair. But she missed one. It was hiding between my toes. Later my foot hurt and I couldn't stand on it without it hurting. She saw me walking funny. So up on her lap again and she tried to pull out the prickle but it was deep down where the toes join. Her finger could grab hold of it.

Then she has a pair of little scissors. You're not coming near me with those, I thought and ran away. I only let my hairdresser near me with scissors. Carol is gentle and loving.

She waited until I was lying on our bed. (Note: our bed not just hers) and grabbed my leg and I tried to shake her away but she was very strong. Then the scissors were there and snip! but she only cut hair. I tried to escape. But she held my leg. Snip! again and this time she cut hair with the prickle in it.

Now I am prickle-free. But I am still a hairy monster.