How is it that dogs came to be called dogs. If I was God, and I was naming the animals, I would have called dogs "furs". I'm certainly not second guessing God's skills, but that one could have taken a few more minutes to finalize.
If my dog's name was fur, first of all, we would never lose him. Because all I'd have to say is, "has anyone seen the fur?", and the answer would be yes. No matter where you look in my house, there is fur. There is fur in the coffee grinder, in the crock pot, in the nail polish, in the clean laundry, in the toilet brush and on the bananas. If my husband asks me, "do I have something on my tooth?", you can bet dollars to donuts there is an stray wisp hanging out there for inspection. I have thought of collecting the fur from the vacuum cleaner and making a little wig for "he who shall not be named's" expanding bald spot, but unfortunately it's the wrong color, not to mention a little off kilter in the texture department. There is nothing worse than getting out of the shower and drying off with a 50% cotton/50% fur bath towel. And forget about the corners of my living room. I just vacuumed up a fur clump that a baby squirrel could probably breastfeed from. It's time again to go and brush the fur's dog...
By looking at your bucket list it appears you need to move number 10 to number 1 in order to successfully move through items 2, 4, 7 and 9... =-)
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