There I was, in my corner of the hallway, minding my own business, when mommy approached with brush in hand and lured me into the back bedroom.
No way was I in the mood to get brushed. I know I've complained about fur neglect, but when it comes down to it, brushing is no fun for a dog like me. And the longer I'm unbrushed, the worse it gets. So I tried to escape out the room.
But mommy was determined. Here she makes me sniff the brush. As if that's going to make it better. I know that brush, but I sniff it anyway to make her happy.
At first I fought, I bit the brush, I rolled around, but then I decided on a different tactic. I remembered that Mr. Fishducky, who's a very important lawyer, offered to take my fur neglect case pro bono, which is Latin, which is a practically DEAD language, and means it's FREE. Now, both Mr. and Mrs. Fishducky seem to speak in this practically DEAD language, I wonder why they do that. They are not ghosts, are they? I mean, I'm dealing with a real lawyer here, aren't I? And Mrs. Fishducky seems real enough now she has her own blog post and all. She comes on every Friday, here. She's funny, I have to admit it, you should all check her out.
Back to brushing my fur. I decided to roll over and play dead, all the time watching out to see if maybe I'd have a case for UNNECESSARY ROUGHNESS. Then Mr. Fishducky could take it pro bono and I would be sure to win and not have to pay a dime! He, he mommy, I got you now!
This is just a little bit of the fur that came off me. She had a bag full when she was done. Trouble is, we aren't done yet. She only got my front, sides and tummy done. Then she got "tired." Happens a lot around here, someone or other is always getting "tired," so they can't walk me, play with me, or even let me play with them. That goes for Angel too.
OK, so here I am with my front parts done. A pretty boy, I know.
But wait! Auntie Rachael came by yesterday. She sat mommy down in the high chair and started messing with her hair. Ah, I thought, mommy is going to get it too!
But why are they smiling so? I sat down by the back door to watch and see what's going to happen.
All that happened was that Auntie Rachael cut mommy's hair. And mommy was happy, but when she looked in the mirror she started to complain that her hair was going all white.....
Now, why would anyone complain about that? Just look at me! What's the color of my fur? And am I pretty or what? I'm only a dog, but to me, persons are really strange sometimes.
That's the end for now. I have no case, yet. But once that nasty rake comes out, then we'll see. You know the one that comes after the first brushing with a brush. And when mommy reaches my rear end and my huge and furry tail, there may be war!
Have a nice day everyone!
Posted by Samson the Samoyed pup.