The holiday weekend saw flurries in the Mad River Valley, and nighttime temperatures continue to dip below freezing. Triggered by the warm sunny afternoons, the dogs are starting to shed in full force.
I picked up Tony’s dog, Waylon, to scratch his belly and I was left with a solid pad of short cattle dog fur stuck to my sweater. Jim brought in a shedding rake for his dog Ziggy, and I used it on Owen. Thankfully we did it outside, because there was a huge pile of fur on the lawn when all was said and done.
I’m hoping Owen will dry off faster with so much less fur, but I don’t think it’s going to make a difference. I just let him out of the warehouse and he’s bounding towards the river with Waylon. Time will tell.
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