Dog hair is my new enemy. It's replaced the ants and roaches on which I waged war throughout my stay in Haiti. I suppose it could be worse; dog hair doesn't move and isn't as gross.

It just keeps coming back. I enlisted my new vacuum cleaner to help in the fight early on. More dog hair appears everywhere the following day. I gave Oreo a bath. I brushed him outside. He just grows more hair and promptly sheds it. Then he shivers at night. No, no, Oreo, hair is good for you. It keeps you warm. Keep it on.

Just this morning, I'm in my bathroom when I notice big clumps of dog hair stuck on the wall. On the wall. How did it get there? I have no idea. I launched a major paper-towel-and-chemical-warfare assault, and it's gone now.

listening to: Laurie Anderson, Spoon.
in my sink: Something Oreo is very interested in. I washed all the dishes and scrubbed the sink and surrounding counter, but he still thinks something yummy is in there.