Every spring and fall Chuck loses his coat, but this season seems to be far worse than any other. There is dog hair everywhere, and you can’t sit on any surface in the house without getting up and looking like you just rolled around in hay. But we have a Dyson vacuum cleaner, the kind where you can see all the dirt that you’re sucking up, so every day I go through the house with that thing and afterward just sit and marvel at the amount of hair in that canister. This is going to sound gross, but it’s the same sensation you get when you pop a pimple. Totally satisfying.