sandy toes and everything

those are not my feet.
they are the feet of a stranger.

In addition to my rhyming deficiency, I have another problem:  I can’t stand washing the sand off of my feet after a day at the beach.  I consider myself a pretty tough cookie.  I have a high tolerance for pain, but the feeling I get when I take a towel and wipe the dry sand off of my dogs feels awful and hurts.  I hate it.  (I know hate is a strong word, but I mean it.) 

My solution to this problem is to just leave the sand on and let it fall off when it chooses to.  This will - in NO way, shape, or form - be how I parent (when the time comes, which is not yet).  The only problem with this method is that our house (and couch, and bed, and bathroom floor, and kitchen, etc.) gets coated with sand, which requires a lot of vacuuming during the summer months.  I think I would rather vacuum though than wipe it off.  That feeling is just terrible.