Dear Refrigerator

I know since I left you to go to paid employment a year ago, things have not been the same. You have been neglected just like the “others” I hear from in the house; the toilet, the kitchen floor and yes, screams from the dirty laundry hamper. But, I have to say, one thing I just do not understand. How does the Black Lab hair get in there? Do you just randomly open your doors during the workweek and say, HELLO, come to momma? Or does Rudy the Lab, who I know has the most boring day, open your door and nuzzle the goods while the hairs just fling on in. I haven’t a clue, but the evidence is there. Black Lab hair. No DNA need apply, we know the source. Now, I just need a solution. Some things are just not meant to happen. Working woman/mom needs Lab Lovin Housecleaner.