Howdy doody Squirmy Wormettes. Spring is HERE!!! It started yesterday. Right after the snowstorm we had on Friday. But not to worry – those tulips will soon be sticking their little heads out of the ground – all ready to be peed upon. The forecast looks great the next few days – warm enough to melt the snow and make a plashy backyard. Mud baths here we come!!!

Oh! Oh! Guess who was a good boy AGAIN?! I’ll give you a clue – his name starts in “W” and ends in “no-no.” That would be ME!!! Well you know how I didn’t take off after the bunnies the other day? Well. The other morning we were walking on the golf course and had just crossed the public trail. When – out of nowhere- a DOG appeared! He was closely followed by his two humans. Well. I froze. I didn’t know what to do or where to go. He didn’t come over to me but basically ran around us and went back to his humans. Now yours truly was not on a leash either. And My Enforcer figured she would be chasing after me – because she was SURE I would go to check out the dog and his humans. But guess WHAT?! I didn’t go!!!! I was frozen for a minute, but when My Enforcer called, I came right to her. How’s THAT for a good boy?! I did keep watching where they went, but I came along with My Enforcer and she gave me a fistful of treats for being so good. See?! I CAN be good. Sometimes.

In other news, here in Nova Scotia we had a great story about a homeless dog. It seems that there was this dog that had been spotted in this town running loose- and nobody could catch her. Well the next thing you know, she was spotted on the ice in the middle of a lake. Numerous people came together to rescue her, including two guys who wore a special suits and went out in a canoe to get her. Long story short – no one came foward to claim her at the shelter after her adventure on the ice (although plenty of people wanted to adopt her). But don’t worry – in the end – she DID get adopted. She has gone to live with one of the men who rescued her! His family had lost their dog who died suddenly just a month ago – and were very sad about that loss. So seemingly out of nowhere, this dog appeared. She needed them. And they needed her….

If you’d like to see a short video about it, you can watch it here:

https://beta.ctvnews.ca/local/atlantic/2021/3/19/1_5354461.html

I really like that story. We need good news like that sometimes.

OK. Time to walk. And tonight I go to school again! Break out the cheese strings!

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Howdy blogaroos! Squirmy here again!!!!! On a snowy March morning. Yup. Old Man Winter is still here. I’m not sure why humans say that. I didn’t see any old dude walking around our yard. And trust me, if I did see him, you would know about it! But he is apparently here- probably hiding in the woods.

The thing about snow at this time of the year is that it will be gone in days. At least that’s what they tell me. So it’s one of the few last days to hunker down with a good book by the fire. And totally relax. In some other house. Not in our house because I don’t believe in relaxation. So the image of My Enforcer with her feet up, lounging around for more than 10 minutes is a fairy tale. I keep her hopping. All the time. Even AFTER I’ve had my hour long walk. Which brings me to my lesson today, for other dogs about how to get attention during those rare times when humans try to watch TV, talk on the phone, read a book, do a puzzle, send an email …. you get it- all those stationary human activities. Allow me to inform you about how to keep your human moving. And really it’s for their health…

1. Pace. This is my all-time favorite- and a fairly new one for me. Just walk around. Aimlessly. Around the table. Into the kitchen. Down the hall. Around the table. To the door. Around the table…. Now most humans will watch this behavior and ASSUME that maybe you need to go out. So get all excited when they get up to let you out. And when they open the door, just stand there. Because the objective was not to go out- but to get them up. Mission accomplished.

2. Chew on something you are not supposed to chew on. Like a chair leg or a shoe or a carpet. Trust me – that gets them moving quickly. Mission accomplished.

3. Bark your fierce bark. The kind you use for delivery people, the oil guy or birds. Usually your human will think you are faking, but if you keep it up with great ferocity, it WILL get them up to check. Mission accomplished.

4. Harass a sibling. Start poking at another dog in the house. Or if you have a cat or gerbil, you can try it with them. Although I’m thinking that poking a cat could be dicey and you might squish a gerbil. Still – all of these actions are sure to get your human moving. Mission accomplished.

5. Obsessively lick or scratch a body part. That will get your human up to examine whether or not you have a problem- like a goopy ear. But do it even if your ear isn’t bothering you. Because they HAVE TO look. Mission accomplished.

6. Squeak. Like something is wrong with you. Again they may think you want to go out. So they get up to let you out… Mission accomplished.

7. Stare at them. Longingly. Like an abandoned stray sitting in a shelter waiting for adoption. This guilts them into either walking you, playing with you or giving you a treat just for being so adorable. They’re up. Mission accomplished.

8. Go into another room and be extremely quiet. This gets them up every single time. Because out of sight equals probable trouble. They come to find you. Mission accomplished.

9. Make noise. Throw around a metal food dish. Keep incessantly squeaking a toy. Bark at them. All of these actions will get a response. Trust me. Especially if they are on the phone or a Zoom call. That’s THE best time to play the noise card. Mission accomplished.

Now please keep in mind that you are doing these things not to be a pest but because you have your human’s best interests at heart. You’re concerned for their health. I mean if they sit too long they could get blood clots! Mind you, I’m thinking that’s not going to happen in 15 minutes. But better safe than sorry.

Tune in tomorrow for more helpful health tips!!! You’re welcome!

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Hey blogaroos! A quick St. Paddy’s day greeting!!!! Yup – the obligatory holiday photos. The trio shot above was the best we could get. And here are my best shots.

But I know you actually prefer the bloopers. We don’t have too many – but I kinda liked these.

Here we are warming up. I’m looking for treat crumbs. The Coyote is doing his best horrified look. And note who is ready for the photo shoot…

Here we have a sequence which you wouldn’t necessarily know if you looked only at the single shots. We start with both me and the Coyote hearing a sound to our left. Or we both pretended we heard a sound. We’re kinda looking at the camera. But not totally.

Now the Coyote really thinks he hears something. Or pretends to..

Now while it LOOKS like he’s looking at the camera, he’s still listening. For something.

Note whose position never changes. Ever. He looks like he is photoshopped in.

The guys told me this holiday is just a chance to get ready for Easter. They mentioned something about rabbit ears- but I have no idea what they mean. We’ll see..

But speaking of rabbit ears…….In other news- guess what I DIDN’T do yesterday?! OK you give up. It was actually a full-fledged-write-this-down-who’s-a-good-boy moment. We were walking on the golf course early in the morning and I was running free. And what did My Enforcer spot but TWO rabbits on the fairway. TWO. And I spotted them too. They took off. And I STARTED to chase them. BUT My Enforcer shouted out to me and said “Wojtek HERE.” And guess what? I didn’t chase the bunnies AND I came when called?! Yup. A miracle. So ya see? I CAN be good. Mind you, that was just shortly after I ricocheted off My Enforcer while we were walking. I just like to keep her guessing.

Any way – may you have the luck of the Irish today and may you find your pot of biscuits at the end of the rainbow! And may no dog pee on your four leaf clover.

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Howdy doody blogaroos. Squirmy Wormy No No Crash Test Smarty for your reading fun today. Yup – I’m a wild thing. But it seems that yours truly is not the ONLY wild dog in this house these days…

So My Enforcer is thinking that the time change AND the fact that spring is around the corner, is resulting in some REALLY wild behavior in this household. I mean beyond the normal level of insanity.

My ricocheting has reached a new level of crazy. And before you say “he needs more exercise” you need to know that I go for at least an hour long walk every morning during which I am running FREE. And I can cover a lot of ground! And when I come home, I rest for 5 minutes and I’m ready to go again. That’s my first walk of the day…

After I get my walk, the Boss gets his and finally, the Coyote gets his. And for the past two mornings, the Coyote has reportedly been kinda wild too. First he’ll suddenly, without ANY warning, hit the ground and will roll once. Just enough to get his long legs caught up in his leash. Then, he begins to pull with his teeth on the leash. He bites down so hard, My Enforcers thinks he is trying to chew his way though the leash.

Yesterday he managed to get loose while My Enforcer was trying to untangle him. He grabbed the leash handle and made a run for it. They were walking on the golf course (which is still closed) so he was no where near traffic. But ooooo-eee – that guy can cover a lot of ground when he takes off. And unlike me, he has no recall. I come a-running for lousy pieces of kibble. My Enforcer could be wearing a sirloin steak around her neck and when he is free, he could care less when she calls. So the only thing she could think to do was to run away from him in the hopes that he would chase her. Nah. He just watched her run and sat down to see how far she would go. When she started to go back towards him, he did his gazelle routine and took off further. This time she ran away and hid behind a tree. Think he came? Nah. When she stood there by her lonesome self for 30 seconds, she finally peeked out to see him lying on the grass, chewing on his leash. This time she shouted “DOWN” which was kinda crazy as he already WAS down. But then she shouted “GOOD BOY. Good down. Good for you. Stay down. Staaayyyyyy.” And she started to slowly approach him like some bird watcher not wanting to startle some rare bird that they have been waiting their entire life to see. She kept walking slowly and saying “Good down. Great down. Stay down.” And low and behold he did. She grabbed the leash and said a thank you prayer.

Yesterday My Enforcer tried to get the obligatory Saint Patrick’s Day photos with us guys. The Coyote looks like someone took away his favorite toy in every single picture. Meanwhile, getting yours truly to even sit was a challenge. And that’s without any head gear. She didn’t even attempt head gear photos with the three of us given how loco two of us have been lately. After the dismal trio shots, she made me sit alone for some shots with the shamrock head band. Clearly I’m not Irish because there was nothing lucky about doing that. At first I was pretty serious, but then I figured I had better smile – to make up for all my recent oopsies. Who am I kidding – I just cooperated for the treats. I looked pretty cute – stay tuned for my model shots.

Well time to go walking! This time change means we have to wait later for it to be light out. But that’s OK – we can go for a long walk after supper! Remember – a tired dog is a happy dog. Or is it, a tired dog is a happy owner….

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Hey blogaroos! I hope you’re reading this and your clock is correct!!! Last night we went to bed – and somehow lost an hour of time! Now, I happen to think sleep is overrated and since this means I get breakfast an hour earlier – I’m all for it! But really – where does that hour go? The Boss is hoping that was the hour he was going to be groomed. He’s got a lot of fuzzickies so it’s not going to be a pleasant experience for anybody.

I got my brushing by the one-handed groomer yesterday. Actually, she had to use both hands a little bit because she discovered some serious fuzzickies in some very awkward locations. I was very well behaved during my grooming. An absolute angel. Unfortunately my good behavior didn’t last too long….

Yesterday we were all given bully sticks while My Enforcer had some work to do. I was given a brand new one – which was 12” long. The Boss and the Coyote were given sticks that had previously been started on another day. Their sticks were 6-8” long. In an hour, I finished mine and the Boss finished his. But the Coyote had quit his. When I realized he had abandoned his, I decided I should eat that one too. HOWEVER, My Enforcer thought I had had enough. That resulted in a chase around the dining room table. She got out treats and tried to trade for the stick. But seriously, I wasn’t giving up my prize. I tbought this was a game – so I clamped my mouth shut. Well not completely, as the stick was still sticking out of my cheek. And here’s where being one handed is a real problem. For some unknown reason, my Enforcer stuck her finger in my mouth to pry it open. But not really a good plan with one hand. Because yours truly clamped down on the stick even harder. Except her finger was in the way…..

I made a pretty good puncture in her index finger. And then I swallowed the stick. Guess who didn’t get much supper last night. She said I was full of bully sticks – so that should be enough.

On a lighter note (I’m trying to deflect attention from my latest oopsie), today is Einstein’s birthday. Not the Einstein in this house – the original one – Albert the physicist. Did you know that Einstein loved animals? And he had a wire fox terrier named Chico Marx. Apparently Einstein used to get a lot of mail – and he said “The dog is very smart. He feels sorry for me because I receive so much mail. That’s why he tries to bite the mailman.” The guy was not only smart – but funny.

Tonight I go to my Rally class. I suppose I had better behave for class or I could end up like Major, living at a different address for “a while.” I just hope My Enforcer can dole out the treats – I mean she’s got a splint on her right hand and a bandaged finger on her left. Both are the results of my oopsies. Good thing I’m cute!!! And I do a good Einstein impersonation…

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Hey hey hey blogaroos! Squirmy Wormy Crash Test Smarty here to report on some Major trouble. And for a change – it’s not ME! I’m reporting on Major – one of the two dogs who call the White House home. Or they DID call it home – until they were “moved” to a new residence for “a while.” And why the move? Well it seems Major got a little too rambunctious with a guy in security- and well – it sounds like he kinda bit him. Oopsie! I’m not one to make ANY judgement about accidental injuries, but that didn’t seem like a very good idea.

According to several sources, Major is not the first First Dog to get a little nippy. Reportedly Obama’s Portuguese Water Dog, Sunny, nipped at a White House guest, and George W. Bush’s Scottie, Barney, nibbled at a reporter.

I guess I understand about being in the doghouse – and getting a timeout by having to leave the White House, but I feel sorry for Champ. He didn’t do anything- and he had to go too!!! That doesn’t seem fair.

Mind you, that whole “unfairness” thing happens here too. For example, when somebody comes to visit, all of us are sequestered on the deck or in the bedroom during the “arrival time”. And really, the Boss is good with guests (except for the incessant barking ) so he really doesn’t need to be sequestered. But it’s all for one and one for all. Whatever that means.

On a different note, yesterday My Enforcer had to get her hand rechecked at the hospital. It’s getting better but she still has to wear her splint most of the time for the next week. Then she can start going without it all the time. Unless she’s playing with yours truly. When she plays with me , she should be in a full body cast. Or at least armor. That’s what the doctor said. I wonder if he reads this blog…

Well it’s Friday and it’s also supposed to be a warm day with balmy temperatures near 13 Celsius or 55 Fahrenheit. Which also converts to a plashy yard. If you don’t know the word “plashy” it means marshy or wet. It was the “word for the day” between My Enforcer and two of her besties the other day. They find and exchange words 6/7 days each week. It’s strange the things that the COVID does to people who are distancing ….but it IS looking like the COVID is slowly getting better. Someday, humans may not have to wear muzzles any more!

Anyway, hope your Friday is fantastic! And may your floors be minimally muddy.

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Hey everybody! Squirmy here again. On this wonderful Wednesday. No new broken bones or cracked phones- so the week has been good so far.

Today’s blog is a mishmash of sad, happy and informative. Let’s start with the sad….

We learned the other day that a very pretty Picard by the name of Flicka, went to that place they call the Rainbow Bridge. Flicka would have turned 14 in June. And in her 13+ years – she packed in a LOT in her life. Her humans were forever traveling with her on adventures- and they have hundreds of beautiful photos showing her living her large life. Flicka even visited Nova Scotia (before my time) and came to our house! The Beatnik was completely smitten with her.

They even danced together…

She was a very lovely girl. I hear that every dog takes a special place in his/ her human’s heart. And some dogs take a special place in MANY peoples’ hearts. That was Flicka. Everybody who met her, liked her. We feel very sad for her family – but we know that they have many wonderful memories of a dog whose life was well lived..

It’s hard to write anything more after that story, but I’ll give it a try. I guess I’ll call this part the informative section.

I’m sure we’ve written a blog post on blueberries before, but this is just a good reminder. Blueberries, in case you didn’t know, are very good for us dogs. Here’s an older article which talks about blueberries and dogs.

https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/16520073/

We dogs get blueberries every day in our house. My Enforcer even had a little song she made up to sing while feeding us the tasty blue orbs. But she had to stop singing it because the Beatnik refused to eat them while she was singing. He prefers blueberry dining in silence. And he’s 50-50 on whether or not he really likes them. I always stand next to him because if he’s in a spit out mood, I grab the castoffs. Works for me.

And lastly I have a funny video. Check out this super smart Aussie.

https://www.goodnewsnetwork.org/australian-shepherd-appears-to-outsmart-owner/

Now I’m smart, but no way would I have done what he did. Seriously? If I could get into the drawer, I could perform magic. Every one of the treats would vanish into thin air. Forget about putting one back.

So that’s it for me today- that’s all I have. I wish you a Wonderful Wednesday.

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Hey everybody! Squirmy Wormy here on another marvelous Monday! The start of another week of walking, playing, eating, biting, ricocheting and causing chaos!

Now we know that I’ve been getting a bit of a bad rap recently because of the broken hand thing and the chipped iPhone. But really – neither of those actions was done deliberately. Well- I guess the jumping and ricocheting were deliberate, but I didn’t do them to cause trouble. It’s just my joyful personality that explodes from within and I can’t control what my body does. I didn’t anticipate the outcomes.

So imagine how nervous My Enforcer was yesterday- when I was going to my first ever Rally Obedience class! We were joining a group that had previously been meeting – so we and one other team (a pretty Cavalier King Charles Spaniel and her human) were the class newbies. I think I might have been the youngest one there too.

My Enforcer was kinda glad we were newbies and I was the youngest – because she had an excuse if I was my regular wild self. I came in and was a bit inquisitive about the other dogs for like 10 seconds when suddenly, My Enforcer pulled out her secret weapon. A cheese string. One whiff of that thing, and she pretty much had my attention for most of the class. When we had to go up and practice a course, I stuck to her like dog hair on a fleece jacket. I strutted my stuff and almost looked like I knew what I was doing.

A couple of the girl dogs didn’t know quite what to make of me. The class has 4 girls and one other guy, They were no doubt impressed with my rugged shaggy appearance- because thankfully, My Enforcer forgot my barrette. I like going without a barrette because with my hair over my eyes, nobody can tell when I’m staring at them. And trust me, I did check everyone out!

There was just one problem in the class- which is the typical problem in all this training stuff. The handler. We dogs just listen and wait to be told what to do. And 9 times out of 10 – it’s the handler that makes the mistake. And yesterday, my handler made a big mistake. She forgot I’m a newbie and was treating me like The Boss – who knows all this stuff- and doesn’t need lots of rewards. But I’m a baby – and I need rewards. Even our teacher told My Enforcer to give me a treat!! I later realized she had only brought ONE cheese string – so she was trying to ration it. Don’t worry – she had plenty of other treats – which of course I like too – but those cheese strings are THE best thing I’ve ever had. She’ll have to stock up on the cheese strings the next time.

So all in all, My Enforcer was very pleased with how I did in my first class. She told me she was proud of me! So I guess I have redeemed myself. For now. We’ll see how long I stay in the good graces. It IS just Monday…

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Greetings blog readers. Frodo here for your reading pleasure today.

The imp has been fairly well behaved the past few days – although any improvement is notable as the bar is set underground. He still has moments of total insanity – like yesterday when he grabbed Her Highness’s left sleeve and would not let go. He is well aware that she could not use her wounded right hand to pry open his jaws, and she repeatedly (and rather unsuccessfully) told him to stop. She envisioned dragging him to the treat jar – (which clearly is ridiculous given the bad behavior ) – but she thought he might at least sit on command. Thankfully he let go before that.

He HAS learned that throwing oneself against the door will not make it open. He now sits and stares at it. So he is somewhat trainable. When he wants to be.

Since things are relatively quiet here, I will turn to the news for some relevant material. Two stories of lost and found…

The first is the well-reported story of the horrible dog-napping of two of Lady Gaga’s French Bulldogs and the atrocious shooting of her dog walker. After a day or two of worry over the medical status of the dog walker and the whereabouts of the dogs, everything ended well. The dogs were returned and the dog walker will make a full recovery. The singer had offered a $500,000 reward for the return of her two precious pets. I dare say Her Highness would offer a substantial reward should I ever be dog-napped. Which is highly unlikely as I would put up a serious resistance. The other stooges, I am not so sure. About the resistance and about the reward money. I say that in jest. Although I do believe I am the “favorite” around here. I am relatively well behaved- and quite reliable. The Beatnik’s behavior over all is not bad, but he still remains a flight risk. And as for the imp- I believe any dog-nappers would pay Her Highness to take him back.

The other lost and found story involves a dog here in Nova Scotia by the name of Jasper. Seven months ago, Jasper escaped from a boarding facility, the day after his humans left him there to go on a little vacation. So much for that holiday. They returned to look for him – with many people assisting in the hunt. But alas, Jasper was gone. BUT he was found, as I mentioned, 7 months later at a location over 240 km (or approximately 150 miles) from where he escaped. IMAGINE his surprised and relieved humans when he was returned to them. I can certainly empathize with Jasper’s annoyance when his humans left him to go on vacation, but I think he took his protest a bit too far. Yes. That was an attempt at humor.

And lastly in the topic of dog news, there is some interesting research going on in the study of coprolites. What are coprolites? Fossilized animal feces – and in this particular study – dog feces. I might suggest that they come to our property to collect samples as the snow has melted and Her Highness has yet to remove the frozen artifacts. She needs her special boots for the job – as one cannot simply pick up frozen poop. One must kick it first. But I digress…

Why would one study fossilized dog poop? To see what dogs once ate, of course. This provides information about the health of ancient dogs, and also gives insight into human diets and health as well – as dogs likely ate some of the scraps that humans provided them. Interestingly, researchers found that the dog diets included duck, fish, walnuts, and grapes. The grapes and walnuts are particularly interesting because today, grapes and black walnuts are considered toxic for dogs. If you would like to read more about the poop study, here is a link:

https://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2021/02/210224120338.htm

We dogs would be excellent at studying coprolites – as we are excellent at reviewing even more “fresh” samples. Perhaps they could use some canines in this research….

Well that is my review for today. It must be almost time for our morning constitutionals. Since Her Highness injured her hand, she can only walk one of us at a time – and I must say, I do enjoy the individual attention. I think we all do. AND Her Highness is getting plenty of exercise – which will finally, hopefully address those Halloween candies which she ate in 2018. I purposely put my paw on the scale when she stands on it – so our walks keep getting longer and longer. She’ll thank me. Because, after all, I am her favorite….

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.

Hey hey hey blogaroos. Squirmy here. Getting ready for another terrific day! EVERY day is terrific in my eyes! I’m just a joyful kinda guy. Even in my crate…

And speaking of which…. remember how I was granted the status of “big boy” – and I was allowed to sleep out of my crate – and free in the bedroom? Well… that lasted all of three nights. I guess it ended when, for the third night in a row, I decided it was party time. At around 4AM. I put my paws on the bed and stared at My Enforcer- with my butt wagging – and ready to play. She said “go to sleep”. Since she was an unwilling participant, I decided to bug the other guys. I think sleep is overrated. So I’m back in my crate again.

The other thing which I feel is overrated is grooming. I mean it’s not like I’m going in any show any time soon. They’re all canceled- for now. BUT the problem is – if we PONs are not regularly brushed, we get fuzzettes. That’s what I call them. Actually, I suppose I should call them fuzzickies. That sounds more Polish. They’re kinda like the “m” word – but not totally as bad. The “m” word (in case you don’t know) is mat. Mats (for those who either don’t have a dog – or own a wash and wear easy care breed like a Doberman ) are basically hair that tangles together and gets stuck in a big glob. And they usually show up in the most uncomfortable spots – like under your front legs or (just thinking of this makes me shiver) around your private areas. And oooo eeee. Getting those things unglued is not pleasant. So. The key is to not getting them in the first place.

So you need to be brushed. Now mats don’t just appear. First you get fuzzickies. Fuzzickies are kinda tangling, but not totally stuck. They are the precursor to mats.

Anyway, since My Enforcer had the hand episode, I have not been brushed. And while I was enjoying my rugged shagginess, it began to drive My Enforcer bonkers. She was forever feeling all over my body and shaking her head every time she ran across a fuzzicky . So on Tuesday, she couldn’t take it any more and “invited” me into the garage aka grooming torture palace. But remember- she’s still wearing a splint on that broken hand.

Somehow she managed to get me into the table and like a one-armed cowboy managed to wrestle me onto my side. But THEN the challenge began. It started with her brushing me with her left hand. Remember she’s right-handed – and that’s the one with the splint. To say she’s uncoordinated with her left hand is an understatement. My hair was going in all different directions and she was making a real mess. And then she got to the fuzzickies. In my private areas….

One clumsy brush move in that area and I was ready to head for the hills. It was at that point that she realized she had to TRY using the three available fingers on her broken hand to hold the brush. This whole thing was not pleasant for either of us. She kept giving me treats – and I WAS very tolerant- but after 1.5 hours, she only had half of me fuzzicky free before her three fingers cramped up. She had to stop. She should have done the other half of me yesterday, but she wasn’t ready for another round. Fuzzicky fighting is not easy. I expect we may go into battle again today. And then it’s The Boss’s turn. He’s miserable with grooming at the best of times so this should be interesting. As for the Beatnik – no problem. His coat doesn’t really tend to get mats and he’s generally fuzzicky free. Plus he’s easy to brush and when you finish after 10 minutes, he looks exactly the same. Lucky guy…

Anyway, keep your paws crossed that I have fewer fuzzickies on the left half of my body. Just keep those treats coming and we’ll hope that we don’t have another hair raising experience.

Have a good one. Peace and paws up. Stay safe.