With all these people and dog comes mess. Her mom is on a mission at the end of everyday to pick up what they have messed up. There are spills and calamities almost daily. Pristine is impossible when you put this many living beings in a confined space. And then she comes to my house. I try---really try to live in cleanliness and order. With only Hero and me, the big challenge is the dog hair. Add to that this time of the year he is shedding big time, and you have a daily run of the vacuum~at a minimum.
This one can be covered in blue icing from top to bottom and sitting in a bed of cookie crumbs and not think a thing about it, BUT let one little dog hair get on her hand and she is NOT happy! As I vacuumed everyday, she would walk around and point out the dog hairs, lest I miss ONE! When she reached down to pet Hero she would immediately look at her hand to see if she had a dog hair on it. It took me three days to convince her to take a bath, (WE DID SPONGE OFF!), but WOE unto me if she got ONE dog hair on her! AND to top that off, she went into fits of giggles when he licked her FACE~we ALL know what else he licks--GROSS!!
This reminds me of myself, I can be totally oblivious to the sin sty surrounding me, but WOE unto you if you try to entice me to gossip. I cannot abide gossip and will quickly point out the error of our ways if gossip comes up. I am brushing off and moving on with my nose in the air over the error of your ways. Never mind that the dust and dirt of my daily sin is clinging to me with a death grip, I don't want to be accused of gossiping!
Bless Lucy's heart, she was so engrossed in where there was dog hair, she didn't even realize she was a living~walking~pigpen. It's always easier to dwell on one little thing than to look at the big picture and see the piles of debris and bodies surrounding us. When searching for dog hairs, don't forget to clean up the rest of the mess too! Dirt is dirt~whatever the shape or form--it all is dirt.