When Ed died, I reacted very much like I do after a breakup. My first priority when I got home from the vet's was to sanitize the house of reminders. Oh, pictures of Ed remain. She'll always have a hallowed place on my wall. But her bed? Her dish? The sooner I could get rid of that stuff, the better I would feel. Writing yesterday's post made me think of the one Ed reminder that will never go away.
That dog shed like a spaniel.
Yesterday I hosed down the inside of the Jeep. Ya gotta love a car you can hose down. Collecting near the drain holes were ginormous clops of dog hair. I rolled my eyes. Even in death, Ed manages to get hair everywhere. Within days of sweeping the floor at home, I'll invariably watch hair bunnies roll by.
How bad is it? One time a few years ago, I returned home with a pizza. I set the box on the ottoman and got a napkin and a drink. When I opened the pizza box, there was a giant hair bunny sitting on the pizza. Now that's revolting. Having long since developed an immunity to Ed cooties, I ate the pizza anyway.
Tomorrow: I continue my stream-of-consciousness week by reminiscing about other disgusting pizzas I have eaten