At first glance, the picture could be of a Star Trek Tribble. It could be Cousin It from the Addams Family. It could also be a wig gone wild. So what is it? Dog fur—lots and lots of dog fur.
Wesley, the Golden Retriever of the house, needed brushing. That pile of fur was what I collected. His winter coat has been taken back a bit and he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he resigned himself to getting brushed so he relaxed on the floor and let me get to work. Granted, I had to roll him over to get the other side because he made no effort to help.
If I brushed him again, I would probably get a pile of fur just has high.