I used to have a dog.
Now I have a rug.
The dog was a cocker spaniel.
The rug is a Royal Palace.
Sam, the dog, had the reign of the house.
The rug lies in the living room on the tile floor.
The dog shed all over the house.
The rug sheds continuously.
The dog stopped shedding when he died.
The rug never stops shedding though I
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Love, Love, Love it. My mom can relate to that one! I remember well!!! Thanks for a great story!
At least you don’t have to feed or take the rug out for its hourly constitutional.
What a rug!! So funny! I could picture it all.
Now I know why I buy cheap rugs; they eventually go bald. I think my rugs grow dirt. I’ve been tempted to toss some grass seed on them and see what happens.
Agreeing with Ron on this one….
Haha – I know two rugs (twins) who just might be related. Their breeding has long since been lost and instead of shedding fibers, these beauts sift dust like you have never seen before. Once and even twice a day if it can be managed, they get vacuumed and rolled around in order to collect the dust they leave on the floor beneath them – enough to hide the color of the floor, it’s so thick – and still, every time a corner is thrown back, another layer of dust is on the floor. Since these rugs are at work, there is plenty of young guy muscle around, so at least once a year, if it can be managed, young guy muscle hauls these rugs out to be draped over the fence rail to be beaten. Tons of dust fills the air and buries the lawn and then young guy muscle carts them back inside where they are once again vacuumed, but do you think they have stopped sifting? No, I am firmly convinced that each and every one of the fibers that make up these rugs are tiny wormholes to the Mohave desert.
We have sand and sandspurs that love rugs.
Enjoy your rug while you can. I hear they are on the list of items to soon be banned by the government.