Good morning world.
Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home, in Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia, Canada.
I drop a lot of fur.
Doesn't matter what time of year.
Although the Spring, I drop a lot MORE fur.
The other day, the Big Guy took the casters off Tonya's computer chair and tried to get all the fur that was binding the casters from rolling on the floor. A job that the Big Guy thought would take about 15 minutes, took about 2 hours.
But as he was putting the casters back on Tonya's computer chair...
He noticed that the fan, in the living room, was blowing a bunch of my hair towards this other room.
It reminded the Big Guy of when he lived in Moose Jaw.
They had tumbleweeds there.
Tumbleweeds are about 2 to 3 feet in diameter. The wind blows them across the land.
If you got a fence, they will sometimes gather along the fence.
One time, one of their friends were walking home and they spotted a tumbleweed in front of them. They ran after it cause they said, no one in the Maritimes have ever seen one.
Didn't they get surprised when they found out that tumbleweeds are full is thorns.
That idea went out the window...
Your Blast From the Past
Your Daily Video - Max our Bernese Mountain Dog is sleeping
Bye bye fur now
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