Why we love our dogs.

Well, the hair explosion has eased up a little. There for a while we thought we were going to be buried alive. Brushing, sweeping and vacuuming, we collected enough hair to fill the Grand Canyon and it just kept on coming.
Yesterday we had to go to Corvallis, a trip of about 60 miles. We decided to take Taz along , shedding or not. We spread a blanket in the back to catch some of the hair and started out. About halfway there he barfed. On the way home he did it again. It looks like he gets about 30 mpp. (miles per puke) He even hit the blanket once!

Hair Explosion

This morning on my trek from computer to coffee maker, I noticed wisps of white stuff all over the carpet. I thought Taz had torn the stuffing out of one of his toys again, so I picked most of it up and threw it in the waste basket.

On the next coffee run I found even more. Could Taz be losing his winter coat? Sure enough, when Carol brushed him it looked like a pack of Saint Barnards had been shaved in the living room, but instead of looking any smaller, he was fluffed up even more. I'm afraid to think of how much more hair and fur is getting ready to come out!

We've had a cold winter this year and he evidently was well prepared for it. Now the forecast is for warm weather and I guess we'd better be ready for a slow motion hair explosion.