
Windows and pets. Pets and windows. I seem to have stumbled upon a photographic theme in my life (it’s unintentional and unwanted, believe me.)
This week I went around with a bucket of clean water, a sponge and a towel and de-boogered our windows. The clean lasted about an hour. Next thing I knew, there was a cat nose print on the glass, then an I-Was-Here calling card smudge left by one of the dogs.
Not only do our windows sometimes make our house look a tad unkempt, don't get me started talking about our carpets. Spring is the time of year when the dogs shed their winter coats. We vacuum like crazy. I take the critters outside and brush them and brush them, and still they come back inside and leave a bunch of their former selves here and there.
"Love our pets, love their leavings" is pretty much the way we hafta live around here. Makes me crazy, in a happy kind of way--a way that probably only a pet lover can understand.
