First thing this morning I had to appear in court. WAIT! No, this is NOT a post about work, I promise!
But it’s important to tell you that I had to put on my best game face today, and we women know all too well that wearing that power suit makes you look and feel more confident. And, well, my power color is black.
But….. black power suits and pet hair do not go well together.
As I used the lint roller assigned to the car to give myself a final once-over before entering the courthouse, I heard myself mutter, “for once I wish I could get dressed without having to contend with pet hair.”
I stopped, and thought about what I’d just said. Really? I want to go through life without a Rumpydog to smile at me and drag me out into the sunshine when I feel like hiding in the gloom? Do I want to live without a cat like June Buggie who doesn’t take no for an answer and insists I get up when I’d really prefer to sleep all day?
Of course not!
So why did I say that?
Because I live in a world where, while it’s now acceptable to share our lives with pets, take them to parks, and spend money on them, it’s not OK to wear their hair in public. And I get that. Some people have allergies aggravated by pet hair. And it doesn’t look very attractive, does it?
Maybe it’s not the hair I’m upset about. Perhaps it’s the need to wear a power suit in the first place. Anyone who knows me knows that’s not my normal attire. And I don’t like feeling I’m being judged by what’s on the outside instead of what’s on the inside. Rumpy has never once commented on what I wear when we go for a walk. And Junior could care less what I’m wearing as long as I get my butt up and feed him.
In other words, I don’t mind dealing with the pet hair. It’s the power suits I’d rather do without.