The nice thing about grooming Mrs. Wigglebottom is that she doesn’t require a whole lot of it. She has short hair and she lives in the house so she needs a bath every four to six weeks, a bone to keep her teeth in good shape, and walking on concrete to keep her nails a reasonable length.
Occasionally, she needs to be brushed. You can tell when this is because she will, when being pet, shed hair like she’s a one-woman wig factory. And lately, she’s been shedding a lot of very short coarse black hair, which leads me to believe she might have an undercoat that she is attempting to shed because of the hot weather.
So, I tried to brush her this morning. If only I had a video camera. Because Mrs. Wigglebottom loves to be brushed, which makes it very difficult to brush her. You call her over, she sees the brush, she gets all excited and starts leaping all over the place and being all “roo roo roo.” Then she comes over and sits just as close to you as she can possibly get, which actually makes it very difficult to get at her. Then she immediately collapses onto the ground and rolls over on her back.
Her belly has very little hair, so I don’t really need to brush it, but oh, how she wants me to brush her belly. So, what should be just five or ten minutes turns into fifteen or twenty as she’s rolling around, running off to grab her bone, bounding back over, licking me, licking the brush, barking, and leaping around.
Finally, I set the brush down. “Fine. We’re done.”
And now she’s laying next to the brush with the saddest look ever on her face.