Strange Fascination

My dogs don’t have much fur (hell, Zeke barely has any) but I’m constantly amazed at how much fur and hair ends up in our bagless vacuum each week. If I don’t stay on top of the cleaning we end up with fur tumbleweeds rolling around the halls. These are short hair dogs, for crying out loud -- I couldn’t imagine owing a big old Golden Retriever!

This collection was from today’s quickie drive-by vacuuming:

Am I weird because I really like checking out how much junk ends up in the canister? I take great joy in showing it to Master Biscuit. He’s always suitably disgusted.

Tonight I discovered the most amazing vacuum related occurrence ever. May I present, the perfect hair ball:

I was emptying the canister (what fun!) and I happened to glance at the “clear view” section above it. There it was, my precious, tucked beside the filtration system. I’ll say it again: it’s perfect. It’s about three inches wide, and is so round that it could double for one of Zeke’s organic wool balls (except it’s not nearly as sturdy.)

Now I know I’m not the only person who is:

a. flummoxed by the volume of hair shed by their short hair dogs

and

b. strangely fascinated by it once it hits the vacuum canister.

Don’t be embarrassed, fellow canister-peekers. Speak up, you’re among friends here.