my animals are too furry
After a trip to Minnehaha Falls and after a short grocery shopping trip, I decided to do some cleaning around the apartment today. Living in a 700 square foot studio means that even the smallest mess can make it look like this whole place has been trashed. And so I got out the vacuum, turned it on, and started to move it around in order to pick up the salt, dirt, and pet hair that was on the floor of the apartment.
The vacuum looked like it was picking up dirt. It also sounded like it was picking up the dirt. The problem? It wasn’t picking up the dirt. Usually there is a tiny cyclone that forms inside of the vacuum, but the hair in the vacuum just sat there. Nothing was going in. It was time to investigate the situation.
Turns out, the hose was clogged with a huge mass of dog and cat hair. I probably could have taken a photo of the disgusting pile of hair and dust that came out of there, but I thought it was appalling and didn’t really want to remember. If we were to bunch it all together into a dense glob, it would probably be about the size of a cantaloupe. A disgusting, hairy, dusty cantaloupe. And Prandtl laid next to me, tail wagging and tongue hanging out, looking like she was proud of the havoc she had caused.
Cleaning out the vacuum was disgusting and not the way I wanted to spend part of my Sunday evening, and even though she sat there staring at me in a way that could have been construed as mocking, I was happy to have her. She may be clingy, high maintenance, annoying, and clog my vacuum, but she’s not afraid to be herself, and I kind of respect that. And I know it’s silly to say “I really respect my dog for _____”, but I do. She’s not afraid to be herself. Every time anyone has ever yelled at me for shedding (I have very thick hair and tend to leave it everywhere), I have been slightly embarrassed. What does Prandtl do? Just watch me clean it up.
I am always in awe of dogs because people love them for the way they are and dogs don’t have to pretend to be something that they’re not. Everyday we work to impress the people around us through our appearance, actions, and way of speaking. We work to impress people that we don’t know and are polite to people that we don’t even like. When my dog doesn’t like someone, she barks and growls. She prances in peoples’ way when we’re taking a walk because she wants to look at them. If someone wants to pet her and she’s not really into it, she runs away and barks at them under her breath from a distance. She’s a little bitch to everyone, but everyone still wants to love on her. Nobody cares because, after all, she is just a dog.
But I suppose she’s also so lovable because she’s so cute. It’s hard to say “stay away from me” to such a pretty face. And I hate to admit it, but I love that she will do anything she can to be as close to me as possible at all times .