The Truth About Dog Hair

If you don't have a dog I both envy and pity you. Dogs are fabulous pets. They are family. Our dog Penny is so good with our little one that my husband and I joke that if she had thumbs, we could let her babysit.  However, dogs come pre-packaged with one of the bains of my existence: dog hair (cue the shudder).
You want to know a secret about dog hair? It breeds. Yes, breeds, as in makes little baby dog hairs. It's the only explanation for the massive amount found in my home- Dog hairs like to get it on. Bow-chicka-wow-wow.
Some of their favorite sexy-time locations include under the dining room table, around the legs of furniture, and behind the TV stand. And let me to tell you what, those little guys are horny.
It's gotten to the point that I don't even try to sweep daily anymore (oh the shame). A cleanly swept corner practically encourages them to go forth and multiply.
Nowadays, I just wait for them to create one big happy family with second-cousins and brother-in-laws twice removed before I scoop the whole wad of them up with my bare hand and toss them in the trash. It's lazy, it's poor housewife form.
But hey, that's my nitty gritty life.