Wooly Pillows

 

Happy Saturday morning keen readers. We are nearing the end of our always delightful four day weekend once again, with nothing to report of any importance to those of you who follow us. But, I did find a very nice weapon in the Battle of the Fluff, our Togo being the star of the show. 

Anyone who owns or has been around a Siberian husky knows of this battle. That never ending fight between vacuum cleaner and immense piles of fur. Love the husky breed, but they are persistent in leaving heaps of hair on everything. I finally found an item that will help me fight back. 

This is what happens when you brush a Togo. He took his platypus and went home. The attack of the humans was fierce today. They came at him with a toothpaste armed toothbrush, and then the worst weapon ever, the brush. OMG, life was over as he knew it. His pride was crushed in this battle and humility won. He was seriously injured. The pouting had begun. 

Mom treated him with no respect today, that was for sure. Those horrible brushes! What was she thinking? Then there is that nasty tasting toothpaste. Why? His teeth were just fine. Our beautiful boy was deflated. We had molested him with all the grooming tools we could muster and he lost the battle. The worst part is, it's not over. 

Our poor emotional wreck. 

I found some flat ended grooming scissors for that hair between his toes. We have not even begun to attack him with those yet. The two little clips I got in while the dog was flailing himself around was enough to send him into a proper pout. How these dogs manage to suffer the cold as low as 50 below, plus pull sleds full of medication and food for miles and miles, but cannot handle one little clip of hair around a toenail is beyond me. Drama queens are also part of the husky personality and boy, does he play his part well. 

The massive amount of hair that comes off of these double coated pups is worth putting up with, but difficult to keep all of that hair under control. If you plan on getting a husky, be prepared. Our brand new furniture has never seen the light of day due to the hair our Togo shares.

 They shed their coats two times a year to make way for new growth to protect them in both the cold winter months and again in the summer. Shaving these coats seems like an easy way to take care of this issue, but you should never shave them. That fur may be your nemesis, but it's their protection from the various elements. They will sunburn in the summer or they can overheat. Winter is brutal with no fur for these dogs.  

But, as I was sharing with you, I did find another item that seems to really help with the removal of fur from furniture. It's the Pet Hair Scraper. 

After releasing this tool from the packaging, I tried it on our throw pillows and the couch itself. I had recently washed the pillows, but wow, the amount that came out of them was astounding. 

It really grossed me out to see what I had been sitting against. The couch was just as coated with Togo hair as the pillows were. Remember, these are pillows I just washed probably two weeks ago and I do vacuum my couch. Scary. 

Yeah. So there's that. If you have a longer haired animal that tends to shed, this is perfect for those periodic cleans. Our furniture however, will take a good cleaning about once every three days to stay on top of the fur frenzy involved around a husky living with us. Just a suggestion for those who may fight this problem as much as we do. Ah, but for the love of the husky, it's all so worth it. His heart doesn't shed and his personality sparkles. I love that he's ours.

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Sunday, September 22, 2024

Sunday was a day of working on a new project. Terry purchased a porch swing after we discussed how cool they are. I had one at my old house and loved it. My daughters had given it to me as a Mother's Day gift. Time took its toll on the swing and now it's gone. 

So Terry had a new swing delivered. Anyone who follows the blog knows that Terry and I are infamous for procrastination. This time, we decided to delve into the project, hook, line, and swing. As our car says, "Let's go!"

We stepped out onto the patio, looked at the parts, and sighed. Terry looked at me and asked, "Can we spell Virgil?" 

Virgil is the man who put our bookcase together. He also does the weed eating out front. We appreciate Virgil. I called Virgil, as he is on my speed dial. He didn't answer, so Terry began on the swing building adventure anyway, with me helping periodically. 

After a time of profuse sweating, swearing, moaning and groaning, reading instructions and giving them "the look," and fighting with screws that didn't go in correctly at first, my handy man got the swing up and well ... swinging. It looks great. 

The swing is perfect. We both sat in it for a bit, then headed inside to get dressed. Lunch was deserved after he did all that work. I helped once in a while in getting the screws, holding pieces while he screwed them together, and that type of thing, but Terry worked hard to get the project finished. 

We took off for lunch at Jack in the Box, where we both grabbed breakfast sandwiches and a drink. Perfect idea to finish off a perfect day. I was proud of my hubby for finishing the project. I told him several times to take a break, but he persevered, completing the construction of the swing. No stepping on pieces, stubbing our toes on the box or the poles for months to come. No procrastination this time!

That swing is a beautiful thing. I can see myself swinging in it for a bit of time each day, crocheting or enjoying fresh air. I did miss my other swing after having it for so long and now I have one again. 

I'm heading out to work for a while. We appreciate you all for reading the blog. Be sure to spread your light this week! Also, hug a husky. They are the first ones to tell you just how abused they are (There were no huskies injured in the making of this blog post, except maybe some pride). 

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