Someone in this house is still on California time. I'm not naming names, but it seems someone thinks winter is over and spring is here. Even though I dress like the Michelin man in this miserably cold climate myself and the other is forced to wear a fleece coat. This photo being the last of a 3-day brushing of the first blow of the year.
Is she an optimist or just confused?
NB: those of you who say "that's a lot of fur," in the comments below, you crack me up. Let me add that this is only the last little bit. I brushed her 2 other days and filled the entire foyer twice and emptied the Dyson 6 times (it doesn't suck it all up in one swoop). I'm not lying. Really.
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