They Knew I Would Shed When They Got Me

But they still insist on brushing me. A lot. Especially in the summer. They point at the hair that I leave behind and say "He needs to be brushed." So between mommy and daddy I was sprayed with grooming spray, and then combed. After that they used this thing called a "furmnator" to pull out the dead undercoat. I did not try to hide my annoyance.