Frustration

Dear Hank and Kimber,

We have only been here a month, but it really feels like I have swept this floor more often than I have over the past year at the last place. Each time I sweep is an exercise in futility, for 5 minutes later you both come barreling down the stairs dropping excessive amounts of fluff as you howl at some imaginary sound outside. This does not make me happy. Please stop shedding. Forever.

Love,

Mother