So why “covered in dog fluff?” It is, literally, the story of my life at this point. I am always covered in it. I had cats for years, and now, I have greyhounds. Three greyhounds. Specifically, two white greyhounds. White greyhounds that shed more than a Persian cat in July. White greyhounds that leave me constantly battling fluff all over my house and everything I own! All. The. Time.
How do you have nice things when you’re always covered in fluff? How do you try and get dressed in the morning (wearing black or dark clothes) when you’re covered in fluff so embedded it is impossible to remove with a lint roller?
And moving from the US to the UK (with a short stint in Scotland), I love history, architecture, and the ability to explore all sorts of quirks and seemingly logical things that are the same, yet different, as I get things going here.
So, grab a cup of your favourite whatever, even while you multi-task on other things, and enjoy…