Zoé
Chapter 6: Moka's hair everywhere!
Moka is an adorable dog, but he leaves hair everywhere! Will Zoé be able to keep the house clean while also taking care of him?
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"Zoé, look at the rug," said mom, pointing her finger at the floor.
Zoé's eyes widen. It's true! There are lots of brown and white hairs all over the rug. "Oh dear! There are so many!" "Having a dog also means cleaning up after it every day," explains Mom. Zoé jumps up.
"I'll clean all this up!"
She takes a pet hair roller and starts cleaning the sofa. She rolls and rolls. The hairs stick to the roller.
Moka looks at her, intrigued. He tilts his head to the side. What is she doing?
When Zoé picks up the vacuum cleaner and turns it on, Moka jumps back. He's a little scared of the noise!
"Don't be scared, Moka! It's just the vacuum cleaner!" laughed Zoé.
She thoroughly cleans the carpet, then all the sofa cushions. She also wipes the furniture with a damp cloth to remove the dust. "There, everything is nice and clean now!" says Zoé proudly.
But his mother hands him a large, soft brush. "And Moka? He needs a little care too, to look his best."
Zoé takes the brush. She gently brushes Moka's fur. At first, he moves a little. Then he closes his eyes, completely relaxed. He loves it!
"It's nice, isn't it, Moka?"
The brush removes lots of dead hair. Zoé makes a big ball of it!
"Look at all that hair! Now it won't be on the sofa anymore!"
When she finished brushing, Moka's coat was shiny and soft. The house was clean and Moka looked beautiful!
Her mother smiled at her proudly. "I'm so proud of you, Zoé. You're taking such good care of Moka and the house!"
Zoé pets her dog with great pride.
"That's true! And what's more, Moka loves being brushed!"
Now, Zoé regularly cleans the house and brushes Moka every week. It's become a habit.
But one evening, Mom announces some important news.
"Autumn break is coming soon. We're going to the seaside for a few days!"
Zoé turns completely pale.
"And Moka? Can we take him with us?"
Mom shakes her head gently.
"Unfortunately, the hotel does not accept dogs."
Zoé felt her heart sink. What were they going to do with Moka during the holidays?
Zoé's eyes widen. It's true! There are lots of brown and white hairs all over the rug. "Oh dear! There are so many!" "Having a dog also means cleaning up after it every day," explains Mom. Zoé jumps up.
"I'll clean all this up!"
She takes a pet hair roller and starts cleaning the sofa. She rolls and rolls. The hairs stick to the roller.
Moka looks at her, intrigued. He tilts his head to the side. What is she doing?
When Zoé picks up the vacuum cleaner and turns it on, Moka jumps back. He's a little scared of the noise!
"Don't be scared, Moka! It's just the vacuum cleaner!" laughed Zoé.
She thoroughly cleans the carpet, then all the sofa cushions. She also wipes the furniture with a damp cloth to remove the dust. "There, everything is nice and clean now!" says Zoé proudly.
But his mother hands him a large, soft brush. "And Moka? He needs a little care too, to look his best."
Zoé takes the brush. She gently brushes Moka's fur. At first, he moves a little. Then he closes his eyes, completely relaxed. He loves it!
"It's nice, isn't it, Moka?"
The brush removes lots of dead hair. Zoé makes a big ball of it!
"Look at all that hair! Now it won't be on the sofa anymore!"
When she finished brushing, Moka's coat was shiny and soft. The house was clean and Moka looked beautiful!
Her mother smiled at her proudly. "I'm so proud of you, Zoé. You're taking such good care of Moka and the house!"
Zoé pets her dog with great pride.
"That's true! And what's more, Moka loves being brushed!"
Now, Zoé regularly cleans the house and brushes Moka every week. It's become a habit.
But one evening, Mom announces some important news.
"Autumn break is coming soon. We're going to the seaside for a few days!"
Zoé turns completely pale.
"And Moka? Can we take him with us?"
Mom shakes her head gently.
"Unfortunately, the hotel does not accept dogs."
Zoé felt her heart sink. What were they going to do with Moka during the holidays?
"Zoé, come and see the rug," said her mother in a tone that was neither angry nor pleased, just stating a fact.
Zoé bends down and discovers what she hadn't really noticed before: brown and white hairs are scattered absolutely everywhere. On the carpet, between the fibers, on the sofa cushions, even on her favorite blanket!
"Oh, I really didn't notice..." she murmured, a little embarrassed.
Her mother nods her head understandingly.
"It's normal with a dog. They shed regularly, especially at certain times of the year. But now, we have to learn how to take care of the house. It's part of our responsibilities."
Zoé jumps up, determined to do well.
"I'll take care of it right away! Just tell me what needs to be done!"
His mother shows him the cupboard where the cleaning products are stored.
"Take the pet hair roller for the sofa, then the vacuum cleaner for the carpet. And don't forget a cloth for the furniture."
Zoé equips herself like a true cleaning professional. She energetically begins by rolling the pet hair roller over the sofa. The hairs stick to the roller's adhesive surface; it's almost satisfying to see how well it works!
Moka follows her everywhere she goes, curious to see what she's doing. He tilts his head to the side, intrigued by these unusual gestures and objects he doesn't recognize.
When Zoé takes the vacuum cleaner out of the cupboard and presses the button to turn it on, the sudden and powerful noise surprises Moka, who jumps back with an impressive leap, her ears pressed back!
"Don't be scared, Moka! It's just a little noise, but it won't hurt you!" laughed Zoé, seeing her funny reaction.
She carefully vacuums the entire carpet, making sure to get into every corner. She also vacuums up the hair trapped between the sofa cushions. Then she takes a damp cloth and wipes down all the furniture to remove the fine dust that has settled.
"It feels so good to see the house all clean and tidy!" she exclaims, proudly admiring her work.
But her mother didn't finish the lesson. She came back with a special dog brush which she handed to Zoé.
"And now, Moka. He also needs a little help to be clean. And above all, brushing him regularly will prevent all that fur from ending up on our furniture."
Zoé takes the brush and gently approaches Moka, who is looking at her curiously.
"Come here, my boy. I'll brush your teeth, you'll see, it's very pleasant."
She gently begins to brush his light brown fur. At first, Moka shifts a little, unsure of what's happening. But after a few steady strokes of the brush, he closes his eyes and relaxes completely, clearly delighted by this special attention.
"See? You like it! It's nice, isn't it?"
Zoé patiently removes all the dead hairs that come off easily with the brush.
"Look at all this hair, Mummy! At least it won't end up scattered all over the carpet now!"
When she finished her brushing session, Moka's coat was shiny, soft, and silky. The house was spotless, everything gleaming clean.
His mother watches him with a tender smile and gives him a knowing wink.
"I'm really proud of you, Zoé. You're taking good care of Moka and the house. You're becoming very responsible."
Zoé strokes her dog with great pride that swells her heart./>
"Thank you, Mom! And Moka looks so handsome when he's well brushed!"
Zoé now makes a habit of brushing Moka twice a week and cleaning the house regularly. She understands that living with a dog also requires taking care of its daily environment.
But one evening, during dinner, his mother makes an announcement that suddenly changes the atmosphere.
"Autumn break is coming! We're going to the seaside for a week. It's going to be fantastic!"
Zoé's face lit up for a brief moment, then immediately darkened. A terrible question had just crossed her mind, a question she hadn't anticipated at all.
"And what about Moka?" she asked, her voice worried. "Can we take her with us to the hotel?"
Her mother gently shook her head, looking genuinely sorry.
"Unfortunately, the hotel I booked doesn't accept dogs. It's their policy, there's nothing I can do about it."
Zoé felt her heart tighten in her chest. Her stomach knotted with worry.
"But then... what are we going to do with Moka while we're gone? We can't just leave him home alone!"
A new challenge awaits them. And this one seems particularly difficult to solve.
Zoé bends down and discovers what she hadn't really noticed before: brown and white hairs are scattered absolutely everywhere. On the carpet, between the fibers, on the sofa cushions, even on her favorite blanket!
"Oh, I really didn't notice..." she murmured, a little embarrassed.
Her mother nods her head understandingly.
"It's normal with a dog. They shed regularly, especially at certain times of the year. But now, we have to learn how to take care of the house. It's part of our responsibilities."
Zoé jumps up, determined to do well.
"I'll take care of it right away! Just tell me what needs to be done!"
His mother shows him the cupboard where the cleaning products are stored.
"Take the pet hair roller for the sofa, then the vacuum cleaner for the carpet. And don't forget a cloth for the furniture."
Zoé equips herself like a true cleaning professional. She energetically begins by rolling the pet hair roller over the sofa. The hairs stick to the roller's adhesive surface; it's almost satisfying to see how well it works!
Moka follows her everywhere she goes, curious to see what she's doing. He tilts his head to the side, intrigued by these unusual gestures and objects he doesn't recognize.
When Zoé takes the vacuum cleaner out of the cupboard and presses the button to turn it on, the sudden and powerful noise surprises Moka, who jumps back with an impressive leap, her ears pressed back!
"Don't be scared, Moka! It's just a little noise, but it won't hurt you!" laughed Zoé, seeing her funny reaction.
She carefully vacuums the entire carpet, making sure to get into every corner. She also vacuums up the hair trapped between the sofa cushions. Then she takes a damp cloth and wipes down all the furniture to remove the fine dust that has settled.
"It feels so good to see the house all clean and tidy!" she exclaims, proudly admiring her work.
But her mother didn't finish the lesson. She came back with a special dog brush which she handed to Zoé.
"And now, Moka. He also needs a little help to be clean. And above all, brushing him regularly will prevent all that fur from ending up on our furniture."
Zoé takes the brush and gently approaches Moka, who is looking at her curiously.
"Come here, my boy. I'll brush your teeth, you'll see, it's very pleasant."
She gently begins to brush his light brown fur. At first, Moka shifts a little, unsure of what's happening. But after a few steady strokes of the brush, he closes his eyes and relaxes completely, clearly delighted by this special attention.
"See? You like it! It's nice, isn't it?"
Zoé patiently removes all the dead hairs that come off easily with the brush.
"Look at all this hair, Mummy! At least it won't end up scattered all over the carpet now!"
When she finished her brushing session, Moka's coat was shiny, soft, and silky. The house was spotless, everything gleaming clean.
His mother watches him with a tender smile and gives him a knowing wink.
"I'm really proud of you, Zoé. You're taking good care of Moka and the house. You're becoming very responsible."
Zoé strokes her dog with great pride that swells her heart./>
"Thank you, Mom! And Moka looks so handsome when he's well brushed!"
Zoé now makes a habit of brushing Moka twice a week and cleaning the house regularly. She understands that living with a dog also requires taking care of its daily environment.
But one evening, during dinner, his mother makes an announcement that suddenly changes the atmosphere.
"Autumn break is coming! We're going to the seaside for a week. It's going to be fantastic!"
Zoé's face lit up for a brief moment, then immediately darkened. A terrible question had just crossed her mind, a question she hadn't anticipated at all.
"And what about Moka?" she asked, her voice worried. "Can we take her with us to the hotel?"
Her mother gently shook her head, looking genuinely sorry.
"Unfortunately, the hotel I booked doesn't accept dogs. It's their policy, there's nothing I can do about it."
Zoé felt her heart tighten in her chest. Her stomach knotted with worry.
"But then... what are we going to do with Moka while we're gone? We can't just leave him home alone!"
A new challenge awaits them. And this one seems particularly difficult to solve.
"Zoé, come and see the rug for a moment," her mother calls from the living room, in a calm voice that expresses neither reproach nor anger, just a simple observation.
Zoé puts down her book and joins her mother. She looks down at the floor and discovers something she had never consciously noticed before: brown and white hairs are scattered absolutely everywhere in the living room. On the rug, deeply embedded between the fibers, on all the cushions of the sofa where Moka likes to settle, and even on her own favorite blanket that she leaves carelessly lying in a corner!
"Oh... I really didn't pay attention to all that," she murmured, a little embarrassed by her lack of observation.
Her mother squatted down beside her and gently ran her hand over the rug to show the extent of the problem.
"That's perfectly normal with a dog, you know. All dogs shed regularly throughout the year, and especially at certain times when they change their coat with the seasons. But now that you're older and Moka is your dog, you need to learn how to properly care for the house. It's an integral part of your responsibilities as a pet owner."
Zoé nods, fully understanding the message. She jumps up, determined to take matters into her own hands immediately.
"I'll take care of it right away! Just tell me exactly what needs to be done and how to do it correctly!"
His mother shows him the large entrance cupboard where all the household cleaning products and accessories are neatly stored.
"Start by using the pet hair roller to treat the sofa and all fabrics. Then, use the vacuum cleaner for the carpet and hard-to-reach areas. And don't forget a slightly damp cloth to dust all the furniture where loose hairs can settle."
Zoé methodically prepares herself like a true cleaning professional, gathering all the necessary tools. She begins energetically and diligently by rolling the pet hair roller over the entire surface of the sofa. The hairs stick instantly to the roller's adhesive surface; it's almost satisfying and mesmerizing to see how effectively this simple tool works!
Intrigued by all this unusual activity, Moka follows her everywhere, observing her every move with intense curiosity. He tilts his head adorably to the side, clearly trying to understand what his mistress is doing with all these strange objects he has never seen before.
When Zoé finally takes the vacuum cleaner out of the cupboard and firmly presses the big red button to turn it on, the sudden, powerful, mechanical noise that instantly fills the room greatly surprises poor Moka. He jumps back with a truly impressive leap, his ears completely flattened against his head, his eyes wide with astonishment and a slight fright!
"Don't be scared at all, Moka! It's just a device that makes a bit of noise, but I promise you it won't hurt you at all!" Zoé laughed affectionately at her companion's funny and endearing reaction.
She then carefully and methodically vacuums the entire carpet, leaving no nook or cranny untouched. She also meticulously vacuums up any stubborn hairs that have become deeply embedded between the plush sofa cushions. Then she takes a clean cloth, dampens it slightly under the kitchen tap, andHe carefully wipes all the furniture in the living room to remove the thin layer of greyish dust that has imperceptibly accumulated over the days.
"It feels so good to see the house all clean, tidy and welcoming!" she exclaims, proudly admiring the tangible result of her hard work.
But her mother, who had watched her work with an encouraging smile, wasn't finished with this important lesson in training and responsibility. She came back from the bathroom with a special dog brush, designed specifically for detangling and grooming canine coats, which she kindly handed to Zoé.
"And now, we need to take care of Moka himself. He too needs a little help and attention regularly to stay clean and healthy. And above all, brushing him frequently will cleverly prevent all that dead hair from systematically ending up scattered all over our beautiful furniture and carpet."
Zoé delicately takes the brush in her hands and gently approaches Moka, who is now looking at her with a mixture of curiosity and slight apprehension after the noisy vacuum cleaner episode.
"Come here, my dear friend. I'm going to brush you thoroughly; you'll soon see that it's a very pleasant and relaxing experience."
She begins gently, almost timidly, to brush his lovely light brown coat with slow, measured strokes. At first, Moka moves a little nervously, not quite sure what's happening to him or what's expected of him. But after a few regular, rhythmic strokes of the soft brush on his back, he gradually closes his expressive eyes and relaxes completely, clearly delighted by this special attention and this precious moment with his beloved owner.
"You see? You really like it! It's pleasant and soothing, isn't it, my Moka?"
Zoé then patiently and systematically removes all the dead hairs and knots which come away easily and naturally with repeated passes of the specialized brush.
"Look at all this hair I've removed, Mum! It's incredible! At least it won't end up scattered all over the carpet and furniture anymore!"
When she finally finished her long and meticulous brushing session, Moka proudly displayed a magnificently shiny coat, incredibly soft and perfectly silky to the touch. The entire house became spotless, every surface gleaming with brilliant cleanliness.
Her mother, who followed the entire operation with loving attention, now watches her with a deeply tender and genuinely proud smile. She gives her a knowing wink that warms Zoé's heart.
"I am so proud of you, my darling. You take remarkably good care of Moka and our home. You are becoming more and more responsible and mature every day."
Zoé affectionately strokes her faithful dog with immense pride, which powerfully swells her heart with happiness.
"Thank you so much, Mum! And look how absolutely gorgeous and elegant Moka is when he's properly brushed and groomed!"
Now, Zoé conscientiously adopts the excellent habit of brushing Moka two or three times a week as needed, and of systematically cleaning the house every weekend without needing to be reminded. She now fully understands, with newfound clarity, that living harmoniously with a dog inevitably also requires taking great care of their daily environment and the shared living space.
The weeksThey settle peacefully into this new, well-established and comfortable routine. Zoé and Moka are living happily together.
But one October evening, as the leaves begin to turn red in the garden and the air becomes cooler, during family dinner, his mother suddenly makes an announcement that instantly and radically changes the previously relaxed and joyful atmosphere of the evening.
"Autumn break is just around the corner! I've booked a week in a lovely hotel by the sea. We'll be able to relax and enjoy ourselves together before winter really arrives. It's going to be absolutely wonderful!"
Zoé's face lit up spontaneously for a very brief moment at the mention of these long-awaited holidays, then darkened almost immediately and dramatically. A terrible question, one she had absolutely not anticipated or considered in her daily happiness with Moka, had suddenly flashed through her mind like an icy lightning bolt.
"And... and Moka?" she asked, her voice suddenly trembling and deeply worried. "Can we take him with us to the hotel you booked? Could he come on holiday with us?"
Her mother slowly and gently shook her head from left to right, displaying a sincerely sorry and empathetic expression on her face.
"Unfortunately not, darling. The hotel I booked absolutely does not allow pets in their rooms. It's their strict rule and there's absolutely nothing I can do about it, even if I really wanted to."
Zoé instantly felt her heart tighten painfully and forcefully in her oppressed chest. Her stomach knotted uncomfortably with a terrible, growing anxiety.
"But then... what are we going to do with Moka for the whole week while we're away? We absolutely can't leave him alone at home for seven whole days! That would be completely cruel and irresponsible!"
A major and unexpected new challenge awaits them. And this one seems particularly difficult and delicate to resolve in a way that satisfies everyone.
Zoé puts down her book and joins her mother. She looks down at the floor and discovers something she had never consciously noticed before: brown and white hairs are scattered absolutely everywhere in the living room. On the rug, deeply embedded between the fibers, on all the cushions of the sofa where Moka likes to settle, and even on her own favorite blanket that she leaves carelessly lying in a corner!
"Oh... I really didn't pay attention to all that," she murmured, a little embarrassed by her lack of observation.
Her mother squatted down beside her and gently ran her hand over the rug to show the extent of the problem.
"That's perfectly normal with a dog, you know. All dogs shed regularly throughout the year, and especially at certain times when they change their coat with the seasons. But now that you're older and Moka is your dog, you need to learn how to properly care for the house. It's an integral part of your responsibilities as a pet owner."
Zoé nods, fully understanding the message. She jumps up, determined to take matters into her own hands immediately.
"I'll take care of it right away! Just tell me exactly what needs to be done and how to do it correctly!"
His mother shows him the large entrance cupboard where all the household cleaning products and accessories are neatly stored.
"Start by using the pet hair roller to treat the sofa and all fabrics. Then, use the vacuum cleaner for the carpet and hard-to-reach areas. And don't forget a slightly damp cloth to dust all the furniture where loose hairs can settle."
Zoé methodically prepares herself like a true cleaning professional, gathering all the necessary tools. She begins energetically and diligently by rolling the pet hair roller over the entire surface of the sofa. The hairs stick instantly to the roller's adhesive surface; it's almost satisfying and mesmerizing to see how effectively this simple tool works!
Intrigued by all this unusual activity, Moka follows her everywhere, observing her every move with intense curiosity. He tilts his head adorably to the side, clearly trying to understand what his mistress is doing with all these strange objects he has never seen before.
When Zoé finally takes the vacuum cleaner out of the cupboard and firmly presses the big red button to turn it on, the sudden, powerful, mechanical noise that instantly fills the room greatly surprises poor Moka. He jumps back with a truly impressive leap, his ears completely flattened against his head, his eyes wide with astonishment and a slight fright!
"Don't be scared at all, Moka! It's just a device that makes a bit of noise, but I promise you it won't hurt you at all!" Zoé laughed affectionately at her companion's funny and endearing reaction.
She then carefully and methodically vacuums the entire carpet, leaving no nook or cranny untouched. She also meticulously vacuums up any stubborn hairs that have become deeply embedded between the plush sofa cushions. Then she takes a clean cloth, dampens it slightly under the kitchen tap, andHe carefully wipes all the furniture in the living room to remove the thin layer of greyish dust that has imperceptibly accumulated over the days.
"It feels so good to see the house all clean, tidy and welcoming!" she exclaims, proudly admiring the tangible result of her hard work.
But her mother, who had watched her work with an encouraging smile, wasn't finished with this important lesson in training and responsibility. She came back from the bathroom with a special dog brush, designed specifically for detangling and grooming canine coats, which she kindly handed to Zoé.
"And now, we need to take care of Moka himself. He too needs a little help and attention regularly to stay clean and healthy. And above all, brushing him frequently will cleverly prevent all that dead hair from systematically ending up scattered all over our beautiful furniture and carpet."
Zoé delicately takes the brush in her hands and gently approaches Moka, who is now looking at her with a mixture of curiosity and slight apprehension after the noisy vacuum cleaner episode.
"Come here, my dear friend. I'm going to brush you thoroughly; you'll soon see that it's a very pleasant and relaxing experience."
She begins gently, almost timidly, to brush his lovely light brown coat with slow, measured strokes. At first, Moka moves a little nervously, not quite sure what's happening to him or what's expected of him. But after a few regular, rhythmic strokes of the soft brush on his back, he gradually closes his expressive eyes and relaxes completely, clearly delighted by this special attention and this precious moment with his beloved owner.
"You see? You really like it! It's pleasant and soothing, isn't it, my Moka?"
Zoé then patiently and systematically removes all the dead hairs and knots which come away easily and naturally with repeated passes of the specialized brush.
"Look at all this hair I've removed, Mum! It's incredible! At least it won't end up scattered all over the carpet and furniture anymore!"
When she finally finished her long and meticulous brushing session, Moka proudly displayed a magnificently shiny coat, incredibly soft and perfectly silky to the touch. The entire house became spotless, every surface gleaming with brilliant cleanliness.
Her mother, who followed the entire operation with loving attention, now watches her with a deeply tender and genuinely proud smile. She gives her a knowing wink that warms Zoé's heart.
"I am so proud of you, my darling. You take remarkably good care of Moka and our home. You are becoming more and more responsible and mature every day."
Zoé affectionately strokes her faithful dog with immense pride, which powerfully swells her heart with happiness.
"Thank you so much, Mum! And look how absolutely gorgeous and elegant Moka is when he's properly brushed and groomed!"
Now, Zoé conscientiously adopts the excellent habit of brushing Moka two or three times a week as needed, and of systematically cleaning the house every weekend without needing to be reminded. She now fully understands, with newfound clarity, that living harmoniously with a dog inevitably also requires taking great care of their daily environment and the shared living space.
The weeksThey settle peacefully into this new, well-established and comfortable routine. Zoé and Moka are living happily together.
But one October evening, as the leaves begin to turn red in the garden and the air becomes cooler, during family dinner, his mother suddenly makes an announcement that instantly and radically changes the previously relaxed and joyful atmosphere of the evening.
"Autumn break is just around the corner! I've booked a week in a lovely hotel by the sea. We'll be able to relax and enjoy ourselves together before winter really arrives. It's going to be absolutely wonderful!"
Zoé's face lit up spontaneously for a very brief moment at the mention of these long-awaited holidays, then darkened almost immediately and dramatically. A terrible question, one she had absolutely not anticipated or considered in her daily happiness with Moka, had suddenly flashed through her mind like an icy lightning bolt.
"And... and Moka?" she asked, her voice suddenly trembling and deeply worried. "Can we take him with us to the hotel you booked? Could he come on holiday with us?"
Her mother slowly and gently shook her head from left to right, displaying a sincerely sorry and empathetic expression on her face.
"Unfortunately not, darling. The hotel I booked absolutely does not allow pets in their rooms. It's their strict rule and there's absolutely nothing I can do about it, even if I really wanted to."
Zoé instantly felt her heart tighten painfully and forcefully in her oppressed chest. Her stomach knotted uncomfortably with a terrible, growing anxiety.
"But then... what are we going to do with Moka for the whole week while we're away? We absolutely can't leave him alone at home for seven whole days! That would be completely cruel and irresponsible!"
A major and unexpected new challenge awaits them. And this one seems particularly difficult and delicate to resolve in a way that satisfies everyone.