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		<title>How a Tough Year and a Ridiculous Looking Cleaning Hack Started a Business.</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Elsie Hamilton]]></dc:creator>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>2009 was not a banner year for my family. Among other things, I had had a heart attack, a freak thing at 48, a massive MI in the form of a spontaneous coronary artery dissection. It hit like a searingly painful bolt from the blue during the dessert course at my mother’s dinner table. One </p>
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<p>2009 was not a banner year for my
family. Among other things, I had had a heart attack, a freak thing at 48, a
massive MI in the form of a spontaneous coronary artery dissection. It hit like
a searingly painful bolt from the blue during the dessert course at my mother’s
dinner table. One minute I was enjoying a brownie, and the next I was reeling
backwards, clutching my chest and swearing like a sailor. My two young sons looked
on in horror. I was a single mom with a lot to live for. </p>



<h4>The change I never saw coming.</h4>



<p>During the months of rehab that followed, I couldn’t bring
myself to go back to work. I had been a painter by profession, proficient
enough to have always sold well. My beautiful studio waited just 20 feet from
where I spent my afternoons, but I had noticed that a lifelong tremor in my
hands had suddenly increased tenfold. Controlling a paintbrush for the perfect
glint in a portrait’s eye or the delicious details of a still life had become nothing
short of impossible. At times, my hands flew around like nervous parakeets. I
had no idea what to do, but surviving the heart attack had made me optimistic.
I’d figure it out.</p>



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<h4>Salvation came in the form of a shelter dog.</h4>



<p>One morning, to finally oblige my son, who had for months begged
for a dog, we went to the local shelter to look. To say that he chose the
sickest, saddest looking dog the shelter had to offer is almost an
understatement. Her name was Lilly. While the other pups gamboled and scampered
around behind the glass, this heartbroken Miniature Australian Shepherd sat quietly
with her head down and her back to us. She had been dumped in the afterhours
kennels sometime during the night. I tapped the glass. Her head turned just
enough for me to see an unexpectedly white-speckled eye. Was she blind? Poor
thing. I so wanted to ignore the puddle slowly spreading beneath her, and her matted,
dull coat, but I couldn’t. I’m ashamed to say I attempted to veto my son’s choice.
He had recently lost a dog to cancer. I pointed out the other happy, healthy dogs.
I argued that we had enough challenges at home. No dice. </p>



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<p>So we waited, seated on the floor of the meeting room, while the attendant brought Lilly in. Unhooked from the leash, with everyone calling to her at once, Lilly looked only at my son. Of the 5 people waiting to meet her, she walked straight to the one who had just suffered through 2 miserable years of epilepsy from a football concussion. She stopped for a beat to sniff the air in front of him, and then lay down with her eyes on his. A moment later her sweet head dropped gently onto his ankle and she closed her eyes. It was an incredibly magical moment. This dog somehow knew exactly where she was needed. &nbsp;</p>



<h4>Nurse Lilly</h4>



<p>As it turns out, it was that watchful, motherly aspect of
Lilly that would launch my business. Each day, while my son was at school, she
transferred her nurse duties over to me. I’d arrive home from cardiac rehab,
and Lilly would climb onto the couch next to me. I’d nap. She’d watch. I’d wake
to find her nose next to mine. It was a little unnerving…had I stopped
breathing? She would not leave my side. </p>



<h4>So much love&#8230;and <em>fur</em>!</h4>



<p>Lilly had never been inside a house before, and her heavy
coat immediately began to shed everywhere. I blew through sticky roller refills
nearly every two days. Finally, in exasperation, I went to PetSmart for
something better. They recommended sticky rollers. There was nothing to do
about it. I’d had enough of the sticky roller racket. Everywhere I went, Lilly
fur went with me. I started to notice other people wearing their pets as well.
Polar fleece, the uniform of Colorado, is the best pet hair magnet you can
wear. I could not stop seeing it. Why had no one solved this problem?</p>



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<p>Then one afternoon, on my way to the sink to scrub around it
with an old toothbrush, I noticed Lilly’s muddy pawprints on the couch and
stopped to brush them off. When I looked back at the brush, I saw a little bit
of fur trapped there. I brushed my polar fleece. More fur. I raced upstairs and
stole everyone’s toothbrushes and cobbled together the first Lilly Brush in the
garage that afternoon. By the time my sons came home from school I had nearly cleaned
the whole house with it. It wasn’t perfect by any means. The brushes wore down
quickly, and the hair tangled the bristles, but it was the start of an idea. It
was something.</p>



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<p>Next post: How to Protect Your Idea Prior to Filing For a Patent</p>



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<p>Founder, Elsie Hamilton</p>



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