Nina bombs

It happens twice a year... in August and in February... our Pomeranian starts to molt.  The rest of the year she has this luxurious, shiny black coat that she would never dare ruffle.  But now, no.  Twice a year these thick clumps drop off of her and three hours after vacuuming I'm jumping up and down in a rage because the family room, kitchen, and hall are littered with these inch-thick black hairballs.  Normally, I would call the groomer or have Hubby break out the electric clippers, but, for the week I am a single mom and I just can't seem to get around to picking up the phone during business hours to make the call.  As a result, I am vacuuming a minimum of three times a day, and by the time I can sit down long enough without getting distracted, it's 7pm and the doggie hair salon has been closed for hours.

 

Maybe I'll put up a sign:

FOR RENT.  2-week lease.  Adorably prissy black Pomeranian.  No papers.  No age (road rescue dog).  Dumb as a doorknob but loves cuddling in laps, chasing German Shepherds, and sleeping in laundry baskets instead of her plush specialty bed.  Good with children but not other dogs.  For more info call 803.555.5555.