It was due time for the Gardener to pull out the cow clippers (Seriously, I'm not joking one bit) and a giant garbage bag and start shaving our 140 pound Saint. The Oliver Bunnies were getting so bad that even if I vacuumed on a daily basis, I would still see at least one or two big ones float across the kitchen in any given day. Not to mention, I gave the dogs a couple of knee bones that came with our recent beef share and Oliver had his front legs so filthy dirty from the combination of whatever sorts of fluids and fats are in the beef bones and his own saliva that he was barely even allowed into the house. Trust me, it was pretty gross. The haircut went a long way but I think a nice bubble bath and a nail trimming are order now that the bones are gone.
I guess I should just be thankful that he doesn't sleep in our bed or climb on the furniture.