Dog Hair.

Everybody loves Lucie.

Lucie walks to and from our businesses and the coffee shop with us. Knows the routine. Part of the routine is checking out all the animals on the way up and back. There are a couple of shocked cats, a mad dog behind shaded windows, Cha-Cha the mad Chihuahua, a Koati Mundi, squirrels, birds. One of our favorite, a big Bulldog named Budda loves Lucie and recognizes me due to my mad dog scrubbing skilz. Budda gives it up for some good fingernail action: flips, rolls, groans. It's like he never gets this. Unfortunately Budda has only a casual association with his hair so you can generate a level III dog hair cloud with a little brisk Budda scrubbing. This morning I had on my North Face black fleece and emerged from the cloud with a pneumbra of Budda pelage. I even noticed it layering up on the sidewalk. (Inside the house they must have epic drifts of dog hair.)
Had to resort to vacuum cleaner back home. North Face going in the wash.

Moral: Remind self to never trust anyone that doesn't have a little dog hair on their fleece.