The roomba can't get here fast enough

Wednesday, I wooted a Roomba.

Yesterday, I took the dog to the dog park.

She gleefully dashed down the hill after a set of rambunctious boxers, not listening as I called her back as she disappeared from my sight. I realized only too late that she was so excited because they were headed to her favorite (and my least favorite) part of the park.... a dirty little creek that runs through it.

By the time she recovered from temporary deafness, it was too late. She was covered in smelly creek water.

A quick bath in the front yard later and she's now shedding her summer undercoat at record speed. The house looks like it hasn't been vacuumed in weeks (and it's been four days). Downy white fur is scattered like snow all over my dark wood floors.

As soon as I get off work we'll be paying a visit to the back yard with the furminator, but I can't WAIT for the UPS guy to come back.