I woke up this morning and ironed what I was wearing to work, black top and jeans. I draped them over the back of the sofa then went to take a shower. I kid you not, when I got out of the shower I found my fricken silky terrier king of sheba wanna be had drug the shirt off the back of the sofa and had made a little bed with it and was sleeping on it all curled up. I am still finding his damn hairs all over it despite taking the lint brush to it 50 times before I left the house. I'm considering shaving him.