Well, it's not summer yet, but I know it's coming because of this:
Another dog, you ask? Why no - it's the remains of Big Trouble's winter 'do. It's always funny to recognize the milestones and turning points of a year. A big pile of hair on my floor is one of those. Every year around this time Big Trouble decides he's ready to be shorn, although the breadth of the pile was definitely more spectacular than usual.
He decided somewhere along the way this year that he wanted longer hair, and actually ended up with the longest hair in the house. Unfortunately for him, however, he didn't reckon with the fact that longer hair requires some actual care; he showers before bed, and goes to sleep with wet (sometimes even dripping hair) and the morning result was often not to be believed. When faced with the realization that he was going to have to actually spend more than a minute on his hair-care routine, he decided it was time for it to go.
RIP winter - don't let the door smack you on the way out....