Day 101 - The Posh Pet

My dog is killing me.  Slowly.  With each handful of hair that she leaves on my freshly vacuumed carpet.  This time of year Autumn and I are not the best of friends.  I feel like it's an upward battle and I am never going to win.  Until it's time to go to the Posh Pet.  Last year, I decided - I was going to simply remove the problem - that which stood between me and loving me dog the way I wanted to.  I removed her hair.  Tomorrow morning Autumn gets dropped off at The Posh Pet for the day.  When she comes home, I can love her freely.  Her glorious, clean and trimmed self. 

Dear Father - thank you for the end of a very long shedding disaster.  Thank you for the fact that tomorrow - there will be relief.  Thank you for giving us yet another year with this furry creature that brings us so much joy.  Amen.