Matilda sheds. And not just a little bit. Her wiry fur is all over the place! In the car. On the sofa. In the bathroom. On my bed. In my bed. On my clothes (and I like to wear black). In my hair! It’s really quite irritating, especially for a person who named shedding as the number one reason never to get a dog.
Everyday she has to mark the couch and my bed with her scent by rolling around on it like she’s lost her mind. She lays on her side and scootches around in a circle, then flips on her other side and scootches around in the opposite direction. Then she stands on all fours, does the shimmy-shake, and then lays down. It’s as if some crazy doggie spirit has possessed her because this craziness is not a part of her normal Tildy charm. It’s absolute insanity for about 30 seconds. Everyday. Twice a day.
Between her fur and my hair that falls out whenever a comb or hairdryer gets anywhere close to my head, there are always fur/hair balls all over the house. They’re like little tumbleweeds. Somehow, as much as I hate having fur all over the place, I’ve grown accoustomed to it, because she’s my girl. And I love her so much.