Lambs, daffodils, touches of green on the willow trees ... all the cliches of spring are out in full force. The sign that really tells me spring is here though, is that the dog is midway through a moult, and the she-wolf has just begun shedding hair like there's no tomorrow, meaning the vacuum cleaner practically has a panic attack at the amount of work it's expected to do every time I pull it from the cupboard.
 


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