My friend gave me a fleece just fresh off his sheep. I spent the early hours of the morning (while it was still cool enough to function) to pick through the fleece. The coat is dirty for sure, but I decided that I could afford to rip away the pooped on sections and just focus on the cleanable stuff. My border collie was okay with this decision. She snuck up behind me, dragged out a piece of stinky wool and proceeded to roll around in it. I am not really feeling like hugs today. Would rather kiss a skunk at this point. Dogs are weird. But then again, Fergal, our kitten finds comfort sleeping in the litter box. Which makes me wonder…should I go clean the house and vacuum up the wool dust and punch hole dots?

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