I don't mind the dog hair that is settled around the house and has a place to rest in comfort. On the floor, the counter, my clothes, blankets, bedding etc. You get the point. I can accept that. But when I have to have a ninja fur battle with all the wisps of floating dog hair while trying to eat, that's when I start to crack. It's like entering a fur asteroid field and trying to dodge around the floaters with the mission of beating my food to my mouth. UGH!!
Mom, what are you doing with the electric razor in your hands?