I took each dog, one at a time, out onto the deck. Charlie came too, of course, so I could keep an eye on her. She helped by "pruning" the plants while I shaved the dogs. Lethally pruning. I let her because I figured pulling leaves off house plants was better than her helping me "prune" the dogs. She also took this opportunity to lift my shirt, study my back, practice her octaves ("Wa-WAH-WAHHHHH, Daa-DAH-DAHHHH, Ma-MAH-MAHHHHHHHH!!!!!) and sample a tuft of dog hair off the floor.
Each dog was faster than the one before it, as I got better at understanding their fur direction (it goes back, forth, and twirls around... it's complicated!) They are all so soft now! They feel like velour cue balls. Not that I know what velour cue balls feel like...
Then later in the day, while Charlie and I were hanging in the kiddie pool, I took the opportunity to wash the three dogs (poor things, it was a really awful day for them!) So now I have a clean pack, virtually hairless, and smelling like Garnier Fructis (I couldn't leave Charlie to go downstairs and get the dog shampoo so I used my own).
Yay! No more sweeping!
So, what do you think? How do they look?