Dog hair and dog hugs.

I have to admit, some days I feel like Aslan's hair is going to push me over the edge.  Those days are when I'm sweeping for the 2nd or 3rd time that day, or when I'm chasing down hair tumbleweeds.  His hair is all over our clothes, our furniture, in our eyes, on our baby, floating through the air... in our food. I don't even want to guess how many dog hairs we've eaten.  Want to come over for dinner?? :)  My point is this: I never, ever, have a handle on the hair situation. 

In a photo montage of our BFF dogs created by our friend Kurt before they moved, he set the slideshow to Dashboard Confessional's "Your Hair is Everywhere."  That song has never been more fitting.

Mac and Az... the good ol' days.

But then, moments like this happen, and suddenly I couldn't care less if we all slowly suffocated in a sea of his golden hair:

 

These are in no way posed.  Who can pose an 11-month old and a dog anyway??

 

I wish this last one were just a touch better quality-wise... I was working in the kitchen yesterday and turned around to find this pair of love bugs.  Ever-so-carefully, I tiptoed to find the camera and snap this before they could move (and by "they" I mean Addie... Aslan looks in no rush to move at all).

Bring on the hair, we wouldn't trade our Golden Recliner Retriever for anything.