D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

[weofodthignen]

Bear continues to shed. The hallway looks like a barber shop floor. All the trash cans are brimming with hair. I keep finding wads of hair in my work bag. I pick them off my bed before lying down in it. I can see tufts extruding from the poor dog as he moves. When I go out in the back yard I notice bits of his hair either lying on the lawn, glistening with dew, or later in the day, wafting about as if in search of a home.