Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Monday, 9 March 2015
Cro has just listed the positive and negative traits of living with Monty the dog, now that Monty is no longer with us, and I couldn't help but think that all the negatives would have been tolerated tenfold, just to get him back again.
One of the negatives was Monty's moulting - leaving fur about all over the place etc.
H.I. has long, luxuriant hair, which surprises me because she moults as well and - she tells me - she has done since she was a child. Her father used to complain about the way her hair wrapped itself around the rollers of the vacuum cleaner, and - as I know because of emptying ours - it still does.
After going around the place with our vacuum cleaner, you just would not believe the great bundles of hair which clog-up the filter of our machine. I unwrap it, hold it in my hand, look at it and then at her head, then back again, incredulous that she still has any left - but it looks just as thick and glamorous as it did before I picked the rest of it up off the floor.
She sheds enough to make a very comfortable bird's nest each time she washes it, and she washes it very often.
Every now and then I have dark thoughts, and one of the darkest is that - God forbid - she dies before me and am left alone in this compact but adorable city apartment.
I don't think I could stay here under these circumstances, because I know I would be finding her hairs all over the place - in corners and out-of-the-way places - for years to come, and I don't think I could stand that.
So now I rejoice when I untangle them from the filter of our cleaner, taking each day as it comes.