Furminator

I  love the new Furminator.  Not only does it work like a dream, my husband loves to use it and brushes the dogs all the time.

Coltrane is his usual goofy self, except that he actually allows himself to be furminated.  This is a huge leap forward because he had decided after seven years that he no longer wanted to be brushed.  He would growl and throw a big hissy fit.  Despite the above appearances, here he is just being Coltrane and squirming all over.

Mingus always has on his big boy pants and knows how to behave.  Papi came in from working in the yard (yeah!  this weekend we had our first day under 90F since...well, maybe since April!) and gave the dogs a little brushing.  Yes, right in the middle of the kitchen.  But I know better than to discourage good works.