Quite a few things qualify as grit. Including the little green seeds that our dog collects with abandon as she skips through the hedgerows and weedbeds. It’s quite pretty, green on black. But it doesn’t just stay there like a set of fluorescent beads. It become embedded, and the fur matts around it, and, particularly with her ears, you get the build up of dog fur fibreboard.
When something similar happens in an oyster, you get a pearl. Maybe someone, somewhere, things dog fibre is just as precious.
Sometime grit is a word, that gets under your skin, and like a splinter keeps reminding you it is there. It can be as useless as dog fur, or it could be as precious as a pearl. It depends on entirely on whether it helps you to remove a lurking plank you were unaware, or whether it simply needs extinguishing.
In either case anger is not very helpful. It tends to dissipate energy that needs to be channelled.
Still, we can’t and shouldn’t keep the dog penned up, so back to work with brush and scissors. Once she is trimmed, there will be less hassle. Maybe that’s the fact that needs applying…
Mr Wayne is having a good think about it.