It's kinda disgusting at some point.
Last week they were here for lunch and James asked me, "What can we do with her hair?"
I suggested a shampoo, but she clutched his neck and would not lean back over the sink. So finally we took a wet washcloth with a dab of shampoo and ran it over her head, then went over it again with a plain wet washcloth and then dried it with a little towel.
Cheeto dust gone.
They dragged them out by the fire, and that's just so hillbilly, upholstered furniture in the yard. But there was no rain, so I guess we could ignore. One was badly crooked, so they tipped it up and took off the under carriage.