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ORIGINAL: BlackPhx
FOOFING is totally different.

The fur literally (or at least it seems to) explode off the dog but so quietly, so quickly that it spreads around the room in drifts without ever even waking the dog, much less the people. I have found Foofed fur on top of end tables, window ledges, bookshelves. It appears in closets, under beds, behind furniture and the fur is so fine, so tenacious that the vacuum cleaner snarls in rage as it tries to pick it up from furniture and rugs. 

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ORIGINAL: BlackPhx

I am a free thought writer at times and even write some stuff that is about as vanilla as it comes. These are a few of my slightly comedic pieces...I suspect everyone can relate to at least one of them. Enjoy.
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The Foofing Factor
copyright 2008 Poenkitten
Dust bunnies are the bane of everyone’s existence to a point. They point out to mothers, girlfriends, spouses etc. that you haven’t cleaned under the furniture in a while. .  You’ve cleaned, dusted, vacuumed, mopped, the house is just the way you like it, and at some point you retire to bed.

Sweet wonderful dreams entertain you, the warm comforting embrace of your covers, and a peaceful night, undisturbed by the gentle sounds of your home settling in for the night. You rise to greet the day and there they are.  Drift piles of fur that dance across your floors and rugs with all the joy of dandelion heads on the breeze. Your pet (or person) has FOOFED in the night.

I have two dogs, one cat and a moderately fuzzy spouse. I brush out the dogs daily, the cat and spouse take care of themselves, yet, despite it all, I wake each morning to enough fur drifting around the house that by all rights both dogs and the cat should be stark naked.  Innocently they watch me as I sweep, vacuum and stalk enough loose fur to knit 6 poodles and a sweater. Someone has FOOFED in the night. They do it during the day as well, but no matter how closely I watch them, I never catch them at it. They are asleep in the bedroom or playroom and the fur is flying in the living room and kitchen.  You never hear it happen, you never see it, but the aftermath is waiting for the next time you enter the room.

Someone has FOOFED.  If scientists ever figure out how to harness a dog or cats ability to Foof and still have a full coat of fur, they will cure baldness. The hair can fall, but it will still be a luxurious mass gracing the head of Uncle Paul.

Ok, Ok, I guess you are wondering why I call it FOOFING instead of shedding. Shedding is the natural process of getting rid of dead hair that is no longer needed. Dogs and most furbearing animals do this at least twice a year, husbands do it daily (see shower and sink). Two to three weeks of concerted effort and the old winter coat and spring coats are gone and the summer coat is ready to greet the warm weather.  The rest of the time it is a light brushing to get the dirt out of the fur and Fancy and Fido are happy people.

FOOFING is totally different.

The fur literally (or at least it seems to) explode off the dog but so quietly, so quickly that it spreads around the room in drifts without ever even waking the dog, much less the people. I have found Foofed fur on top of end tables, window ledges, bookshelves. It appears in closets, under beds, behind furniture and the fur is so fine, so tenacious that the vacuum cleaner snarls in rage as it tries to pick it up from furniture and rugs.  Now you would think that I could tell whose fur it is. The cat is black and white, my big baby is grey, black and white and my little girl is black with long grey hairs (she’s getting old). The fur is uniform grey white and matches not one single animal in the house as far as length, shades or color. I have tried to match it up, believe me I have, to the point the dogs looked at me funny and the cat hid.  

Hmmm..maybe I have a Foof fairy?