Woos & a-rooos,
I hate to be brushed, & I do mean I HATE it! So brushing me is usually a two-human ordeal... one to brush & one to keep me from biting the hand that brushes me.
Humom finally ordered one of those so-called "magic brushes" that's all the rage over at Sibermal Society. She tested it on us last night. I think they're on to something. This brush felt pretty good, I even presented my belly for a good brushing. (Humom shouted "It's a MIRACLE!") But I put a stop to it shortly after, I don't want the bipeds thinking I'm easy.
Jack sat for a good hour; brush, brush, brush. He's still reeling from the calming after-effects of being brushed with this thing. He can't even get up today.
We filled the box the darn thing came in, just from last night's brushing session.
Look how beautifully fluffy I am:
I think I'll let her use it on me again. (feels good to have those darn matts gone, but don't tell her I said so. And pardon the damp fur - I sat in the rain earlier.)
Chalk one up for the bipeds, this really is a magic brush!
Wooos & a-rooos,
Star & Jack A-roo-zzzzzz