Friday, June 20, 2008

That FURminator is out there. It can't be bargained with. It can't be reasoned with. It doesn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear.

I'm afraid I've gone the way of crazy dog lady. Not only that, but I also ordered my very first As Seen on TV product. And the two above stated facts are related, which makes the situation that much worse.

They called it the FURminator. I giggled. They swore it was the brush to end all grooming brushes. I laughed. They said reduces shedding by 90%. I leaned forward on the couch and picked up the phone.

Then they said I could have it for two easy payments of $24.99, plus shipping and handling, and I guffawed and put the phone back down. I was not going to be that lady, the one that spends more on a brush for a dog than all of her combined hairbrush purchases over her lifetime. She probably wears her hair in a ponytail everyday when she's even able to contain the cowlicks.

But then the week passed. Nikita continued to blow her coat, resulting in clumps of fur rolling across the carpet like tumbleweeds- which is as disgusting as it sounds. My mother and Boyfriend stopped laughing over the FURminator and began questioning its arrival. One YouYube video later, and my fate was sealed as Crazy Dog Lady.

This is Nikita. She doesn't like being brushed.

Huskies completely shed their undercoat twice a year. You can see she's already shed it on her hind leg, and is still losing it on her back and rump.

The white fur is her loose undercoat. FURminator removes the dead hair.

The dog is under the bed, horrified with what just happened to her.

This filled an entire grocery bag. Then Boyfriend walked in on me taking pictures of removed dog hair on the floor of the apartment. Predictably, telling him it was for a blog post did not add to my credibility.

I've always looked good in a ponytail.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008

They have specific seating for that

Boyfriend and I were watching the Barrett-Jackson auto auction on the Speed Channel the other night. Fine, Boyfriend was watching it and I was knitting and wishing for sweet death to avoid watching a 4-hour car auction on TV.

Apparent celebrity Caroll Shelby, who I'm told has something to do with Mustangs, steps to the podium to sell his personal Mustang. Boyfriend gasps at the sight of him. I look up to the TV and gasp as well.


But I'm not looking at Caroll Shelby. I'm looking at the girl to his left. You know, the one with the coke nose.

We watched this girl for 10 minutes straight as she wobbled and hugged up against the auctioneer, who we assume she was with. He'd try to run the bids and she'd snuggle up into his side, eyes darting and swaying unsteadily. Blood running down her face.

Who knew car auctions could be so seedy?
Monday, June 09, 2008

Unlimited Shipping for $2.95 and One Headache

I bought a couple of books from Overstock.com a little over a week ago. I've tried waiting patiently for them, but then five minutes had passed and they still weren't here yet.

Sending anything via media mail is a roll of the dice—sometimes it arrives in a week and everything is fine, except the package had already been opened. Other times a month passes and that person you mailed a book to thinks you're a lazy liar. Because of this I've been glued to my delivery confirmation.


Seems like my books went to Memphis for the weekend. Hope it was a lovely vacation.
 

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