Top of the list, right now:
A fucking swiffer. I realized the swiffer necessity this morning, while doing some house-cleaning.
I love my dog and I love the beautiful hard wood floors in my apartment, but the two things do not complement themselves very well.
Ellie sheds like you would not believe and I loathe sweeping almost as much as I loathe vacuuming.
I bought a little broom from the dollar store the other day, but it doesn't seem to do the trick. A swiffer, though, now that might do it.
I'll have to find a big box retailer somewhere around here and pay a visit. Soon. Before the cloud of dust and dog hair turns me into Pigpen from the Peanuts strip.