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Love Me, Love My Hair
by Ellen Olson-Brown

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Sometimes I feel like Sisyphus. You know, the poor guy who was sentenced to spend eternity rolling a lead-heavy ball to the top of a steep incline, only to watch it roll all the way back to the bottom again.

Over and over again, I take out my vacuum and suck up the dog hair, the cat hair, even the people hair that has settled everywhere in my house. I wash and dry my clothes and watch with satisfaction as the fur settles in a soft, unbelievably thick layer on the lint screen. I put a new duvet cover on the bed and pluck stray hairs off the brown velvet couch. Ah! Fur free.

Until hours later, when the whole nasty mess begins again, and I suddenly feel like I'm rolling my vacuum cleaner up a very, very steep and endless incline.

If you insist on having a cat to cuddle, a dog to lie faithfully by your feet, pet hair will be a fact of life. Where Fluffy and Fido frolic, there will be fur a-plenty. There is, alas, no magic cure, but there are a few preventative measures you can take.

Fur Follies
If fur gets your dander up, you might want to consider buying a less offensive pet. Maybe a turtle. Or a little lizard.

"Nay, nay," you say? Frequent vaccuuming is your best defense against tumbleweed-sized furballs. Invest in a vaccuum cleaner and a pile of extra bags, quick. Install a dustbuster in a handy place.

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