Dog Hair

The previous owner of the house we moved into had dogs and cats.  I am not a pet person, in any form, but even if you are, the carpet is gross.  The carpet installer even commented on it.  (It is being replaced today.)  I keep telling Joseph not to put food on the carpet, or sit on it, or lay on it, or walk on it without shoes…because, besides the smell, there is so much dog hair.  And if he drops any sort of food, especially those fruit treat gummy things, it really takes every bone in his body not to still eat it.  (He will do anything for a fruit treat.)  But, now he refers to carpet simply as “dog hair.”

The other day:
Me: “Joseph, get up off the floor, let’s go brush teeth.”
Joseph: “No! I want to lay on the dog hair!”

Last night:
Me: “Joseph, it’s time to go to sleep.  You are going to stay in your bed and I am going to mine.  I can’t stay in here and lay on your floor [on a blanket] all night.”
Joseph (pleading): “Stay Mommy!  Please stay!  Lay on the dog hair!”