But then, Bree would come back downstairs. She'd scratch an itch or give a shake, and boom, hair was back. She'd be thirsty and drink half her bowl of water, dripping the other half in a path between the bowl and her bed. Sigh.
Today was the first deep clean day since we lost her. And I got my wish. It's been a few hours and the floors are still clean - no new dog hair, no water spots. And I'm saying to myself, "I wish Bree were here to mess up the floors..." Sigh. ( and maybe a tear or two)