THE DRYER THAT EATS THINGS

One of my most prized possessions is

No, sorry Conley. Not this time. You are prized but it isn't you. It's

Ooh Llewis, you are such a sweetie but no, not you in this case either. It's

Nigel........you are very special but this time I am talking about.....

 

 

 

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Oh for heaven's sake! NONE of you!! I am talking, this time, about

 

 

My clothes dryer. The dog towel dryer. The dog bed dryer. The crate pad  dryer. The thing I use every day at least once and without which I would surely go insane. And yes, that is a metal garden goose on the dryer. Any more questions?

 

 

This is a shedding blade. It is small to fit my hand. I use it on the Bassets. The other day I used it on Nigel and laid it on the dryer. There is still some Nigel clinging to it.

 

This is the lint trap on my Dryer. It is covered. You grab the handle and pull the trap out and clean it. Then you put it back.

This is a gaping maw of the lint thingie with the trap pulled out. It goes directly into the innards of the dryer, of course.

 

 

This is a place you should never, ever never ever leave a shedding blade, because when you whip out the lint trap to clean it before starting the next load which happens to be Mr. Biskit's undies, the shedding blade gives a little bounce and slides down the open hole into the dryer.

 

No problem, you think. I'll get Mr. Biskit to take the vent tubes off and we'll be all set.

 

 

This is the amount of space he has to work in. Nevermind the ear tips at the bottom of the picture-- he was in his crate when the actual work took place.

 

This is Mr. Biskit. He is not necessarily a handyman type person.

 

So. He took the hose off. There's a fan there. He took the top off. No way to reach it.

He took the back off. It took about 40 minutes. One of the sockets rolled under the dryer.

He discovered he had to remove the lint trap but the screws were Phillips screws and were rusted. He's an old guy but he is also very determined and he finally got them out. Thank god I had the A/C on.

The space he had to work in is about 4ftx6ft.

Once he got the filter out he pried part of the back off and just as I was saying

"We're going to have to call someone"

POOF

He held up the shedding blade, a bottle cap and some other oddment that had, over the years, fallen down that trap.

 

My Hero.

 

Honestly, he kind of is. I could not have done that. Well I take it back. I could have done that, but I would have gotten tired of it right away and called someone. Like Mr. Biskit.

 

 

 

NOT SURE

I don't know if I will publish this or not.
There probably are no photos.
A few years ago I started communicating with someone on the internet, through a dog list that I belonged to, the Daily Drool. It's about Basset hounds.
This woman of course had Bassets and while at the time I was about the only one whose dogs wrote the list in "Bassetese", Debbie began doing it too.
Only, when I read her posts, they were better than mine.
Humf.
So I thought well maybe I should get to know her.
And one of us wrote the other, don't remember now who did what.

And then again.
And again.
And Again.

And we discovered, someplace in there, that we clicked. We held many of the same opinions, but not all.
We laughed about the same stuff.
We bitched and moaned about the same stuff.
We always listened to each other.
And before you know it, I had a friend. Someone I had never met in person, someone who lived far, far away. But nevertheless, a friend, a sister almost, the one I never had, so I never fought with her or shared clothes or boyfriends.

And now she's in trouble with cancer, and here I sit and I have never met her. What does one do? How did we come to care so much about each other over the internet?

For once I am thankful for technology, because without it I never would have "met" her, never would have been friends, and now, I reach out to tell her how much I care, and how deeply I want her to get better, and how I am holding my breath for her.

It's ok. I have good lung capacity.