Moulting

At the dinner table, Cow found Yumi's fur in his soup,... went to the washroom and he can easily pick her fur off his underpants.

Yes, I'm glad its coming to the end of Yumi's moulting season, no more tumble weeds hoovering across the living room. I'm quite certain that with the amount of fur I collect throughout each season, its enough to make another of her.

That's the thing about having a canine companion, I've grown too accustomed to her furiness, finding fur on my lips as I sip my morning coffee, in my rice, wallet, the magazine I'm reading, on my keyboard, you name it.

Sigh, side note, Yumi's nanny is dropping by tomorrow to pick her up for her vacation camp. Oblivious to it all, the canine is snoozing away, not knowing how much I'm gotta miss her...