The spring cleaning ain't over 'til the dog gets washed

My house is so clean, it squeaks. Two weekends of spring cleaning and the finish line
was finally in sight late Sunday afternoon. There was only one thing left to scrub: Smooch.

First we had to furminate.

Smooch: That thing works pretty good.

Much to my delight, Smooch is a seasonal shedder, unlike my beloved yellow labs who shedded non-stop year-round.

However, when Smooch does shed, she doesn't hold back.

I'm sharing this picture for the sole purpose of showing off my sparkling clean windows.

Someone besides me has to see them before the next dust storm tomorrow when they're all dirty again.

Washing windows out here is almost as pointless as washing the truck or the dog,

but I do it at least once a year regardless, for blog fodder if nothing else.

Who knew the light in the shower could be so nice? 

Smooch, we might have to do photo shoots in here more often.

Smooch: Please tell me you're not serious.

I dried Smooch as best I could with a towel, hoping she wouldn't do the whole shake-rattle-and-roll thing. 

I can be so naive sometimes.

Smooch: How much trouble am I in?

Me: I needed to wash that quilt anyway.