For just a few days after my car was detailed at GREAT cost, I did not let the dogs in it. I would head to the garage with them trotting behind me and would turn and say, “Stay”. Their butts would simultaneously hit the ground and I swear to god their faces visibly sagged. How do you hold out against that look?
They are back in the car. The dog hair is beginning its annual migration into every nook and cranny of my Subaru and it all doesn’t seem to matter when I look over and see them both looking like their world is right again. I mean, after all, the cost of the cleaning is just money. Their attitudes have everything to do with their spirits. And I want their spirits to always be up.
So if you get in my car, be warned. Animals come first in my life and dog hair will mate with any clothing you might have on. There are lint rollers in the back seat. Use them if you must. As for me, I’m quite content to walk around with dog hair on my clothes and dog love in my heart. The world doesn’t get any better than that.