After weeks of Molly’s hair literally falling out in clumps, and Ruthie rolling around picking up said hair in her mouth, we have declared the family room a Hair Free Zone.

For the people in the house, this move has substantially decreased stress levels; especially for the person responsible for pulling dog hair out of the baby’s mouth. On the other hand, the dog-who-thinks-she’s-a-human does not understand why she’s on one side and her people are on the other.

The poor pup just sits and stares at us longingly, waiting for an Okay signal. Her head gets tired after a while, so she lays it on the cushion, still with her eyes fixed on her people.

Jeremy feels sympathy for her, so he walks over and gives her a hug.

Speaking of Jeremy’s hugs for Molly: there is a fine line between hug and head-lock. As soon as Jeremy purses his lips together is a good sign that the line has been crossed.

But she still loves him so.

“Molly. That is a Hair Free Zone. You can’t go in there. Wait till you’re done shredding.”