Lydia has been looking distinctly shaggy lately.
But that's because she's in the middle of the biggest shedding event in canine history. This pile represents about one minute's worth of brushing - and I'm not exaggerating.
It is astounding how much feather-soft hair I've brushed off so far. If I were so inclined and wanted to smell like a wet dog, I could spin and knit it into a beautiful sweater. Ah well, all that lovely fur is enriching our compost pile.