I've been a clean-freak most of my adult life. So when my husband said he'd like a dog, at first I was reluctant because of all the hair.
Story short, we got a golden retriever.
And yes, there's hair everywhere (thankfully not on my dinner plate).
Well, I LOVE MY FURME, to say the least. Most of all, my dog handles it well. It's quiet enough that it doesn't scare her. The hair in the house and car has diminished greatly. Yahoo!
I even purchased the nail grinder attachment, and my Molly is fi...