Post-brushing depression: “I has it.”
Both Betsy and I got brushed today. It was a nice day out, but we don’t like being brushed!
While I will admit that we’ve both been shedding (you might even say “molting”) quite a bit lately, that’s no excuse for dad to come and pick us up! And… the brushing took soooooo long!
But we’ll have our revenge – our fur aggrivates dad’s allergies really badly when he brushes us, so we know that he suffers just as much as we do!