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While typing just now I noticed yet another long black hair lying across my keyboard. Could it be one of my wife’s coarse but saucy locks? No, it’s just a quill from Casey, my German Shepherd. If it had been a short black follicle found wedged between the keys, that would have originated somewhere on the backside of Penny, my Labrador Retriever.

There’s not a surface in my home untouched by dog hair. It’s in my wallet, my socks, my underwear. And in just about every orifice of my body. You don’t really want to know the details.

Time to shave the pooches.