On Sunday my son informed me Big M stinks.
I agreed. The only way to resolve this situation was to brush him. You have seen my dog right?
In case you have not:
Brushing him is hard work. It takes forever and you are never done. It takes strength. Patience. Unfortunately the dog has strength and I have patience. It would be better if that was reversed. And Little J, well he has neither.
But to my surprise he suggested we go and brush the dog. Probably because his bedtime was approaching. Not that I minded.
We pinned Big M down on the back porch and each holding a detangler brush we tackled opposite sides of dog.
A while later we had two bags full of hair, three doggy treats less and a dog on the run.
Little J: Mommy I think we should do something with this hair.
Me: Not sure you can recycle dog hair.
Little J: No, we should use it to make a sweater.
Little J: You know, like llama hair.
Me: I know. But we don’t know how to spin it into yarn.
Little J: Maybe we can find someone who can. Then sell them the hair.
Me: Where would we go about looking for someone like that?
Little J: Your computer.
Me: And then?
Little J: We keep making our dog fancy. Then we sell the hair and they make sweaters. People are warm, I get new toys and my dog smells nice.
Guess that is what you call a win-win situation.
Disclaimer: I have absolutely no idea how my son knew about hair, yarn and sweater making. But I found this:
Anyone needs some fur?!