A couple of years ago, my sister-in-law next door more or less permenantly loaned me a Fuminator to use on Sadie, who was a pretty bad shedder. I used it on her regularly for awhile, then got lazy about it and thought, "I may as well put this up for now."
I now have a dog whose shedding makes Sadie look, in retrospect, like an amateur. I need that Furminator.
But I've forgotten where I stored it.
Here's what's strange: I distinctly recall thinking to myself when I moved it from its spot in the kitchen, "Are you sure you'll remember where you're putting this?"
So why can't I remember where I put it?
It's doubly exasperating because it isn't mine to lose, for pete's sake.
I know I didn't throw it away, but I spent over an hour today looking in closets and boxes and in drawers and on shelves. I extended my search to the garage. No luck whatsoever.
In other news, the peaches will soon be ripe. They're already developing a nice blush. I'm afraid that limb that's so loaded with peaches will break; we've already lost two limbs, and those peaches get heavier every day. I've done my spraying this year, so hopefully I won't lose so much of my crops to worms. Last year I was eating peaches on August 1.
