When I whine too much, which is like every night Mom says, she takes the brush out and starts to brush me. I hate to be brushed, so I move just out of reach. Sometimes Mom will brush Louise, but her coat is so short, that even though she sheds 24/7/365 days a year, the brush doesn’t do much. Me, on the other paw, has so much fur that you could make another dog. The other day when Mom was brushing me I ran away to Lulu. We held paws in solidarity so that Mom would stop this brush abuse. We girls have to stick together.
PS. That little dodo Charles loves to be brushed. He is just so weird. I would never hold hands with him!
Just another DogDaz morning at the zoo ❤