One animal less and the difference is noticeable. The garden suddenly looks empty. There is no wolf trotting up and down like a foal in the meadow.
Last night I did not hear the pack howling and today too it remained silent. The garden is deserted. There are bunches of hair here and there. Those bunches of hair look more like tufts of wool. Anyone who sees a wolf in its moult will understand that the expression "a wolf in sheep's clothing" can be taken literally.
I remember how one of the previous dogs ate the tufts of wool as we walked across the moor. It seems so long ago now, although only a day has passed.
I leave the wool lying around, although I think it would be best to spin it. I remember how an acquaintance used to knit everything from dog's hair. There are more people who do that and they often attend outdoor events around the summer. No wool festivals, but everything to do with nature and life in the countryside.
By the way, wool and hair can be put on the compost heap although it takes a long time to decompose. I can remember the tufts of hair of the dogs I used to have when I was a child, lying around in the garden. I had to clean them up and the strands reminded me of rhubarb and rhubarb purée (rhubarb was also in the garden) and that is why I still call rhubarb purée dog hair purée.
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