I don't think I could not have pet hair on me if I wore a new outfit home from the store. It's everywhere. When I picked up something from the cleaners recently I still found a pet hair on it. Perhaps it was from my car.... or perhaps it was just woven into the fiber of the clothes. In that same vein of though my fur kids are woven into the fabric of my life.
Last summer when I was on vacation the worst thing happened to my brother. He had his A/C worked on and the guys left the gate open. Then his roommate let this dog into the back yard without checking the gate. My brother's dog Sailor had been missing for hours before anyone knew. I wasn't here so I could be there to help. Giving emotional support on the phone or via text .... well it sucks.
After a week I was beginning to fear the worst. But about 10 days after Sailor got out a doggie matching his description was spotted about 15 miles from my brother's. He went, he didn't find him. It was so heartbreaking to watch him go time and time again looking for his dog.
It was I believe the first time that my mom understood the love we feel for our dogs in watching my brother's heart ache. 11 days after Sailor got out he finally got a call from the chip verification and found out (after hours) that Sailor was in the doggie jail (Animal Control) the county over from where he lives. He couldn't pick him up until 1 p.m. the next day. Apparently there's some rule to how long they have to hold them.
Currently I have two dogs and one cat asleep in the room with me. Our other cat is sleeping in the next room because she doesn't realize the dogs are asleep. My office cat is alone, but she's warm and safe and doesn't care for other animals, she just likes people. And thankfully Sailor is asleep at his home with my brother. And I likely ate some fur today. I feel like a vacuum up a puppy's worth every day and there is still more. And well... it means my house is a little furry but that my heart is full.
