This thing really does the trick, and it feels good, too. With the warmer weather I shed a lot, as most of us do. Mom and dad are always
I'm starting to really look forward to it. Can you tell I'm enjoying this? As I think I mentioned before dad went away mom got a little rough (unintentionally, I know) the first time she tried combing me, and she still has the scars (sorry, mom). They think they're being smart. They try to "distract" me by one or the other of them petting me, and scritching my head and nose (which I absolutely love).
The other will begin combing me, starting with my back and gently gliding the comb downward and raking out wads of my fur. Apparently I also have litterbox issues wherein I fling the stuff around so violently I end up wearing it like a buried coat of dandruff.
Sure, I'm a little larger than average, and they bought the biggest domed box they could find, but I can't help it. They're always making fun of me because I claw and scratch at the sides of the damned thing, trying to bury my peeballs and pooplogs. Not sure why I do that. But I'm getting off topic here. Anyway, I'm loving the attention and the feel of the comb.
|Ahh, Feels Good...|