The other day, dad trapped me in his office and grabbed me and picked me up… and brushed me.
Although I hate being picked up, this brushing/grooming thing isn’t so bad once you get used to it. Dad said I looked like a homeless bunny because I was so shaggy. I dunno about that, dad.
Betsy did say that I looked quite handsome afterwards, but I think she was just grateful that she didn’t get picked up, too.