The brushing was still going on, and Dragon Hawke was next. He is actually the hardest one because his fur is so thick and he just doesn't like it. He has to stand still, and My Lady uses the wire brush on him, stripping some of the loose fur off because he does shed. Of course, now with cold weather coming, he does not shed at all but is growing a nice thick coat. His rear legs, one with a black pantaloon and the other one white, look very nice when they are brushed out, but he especially hates that part and having his tail brushed into a pretty plume is the worst part. He always grooms his paws like a cat does, but My Lady insists that the rest of him be clean and pretty, too. He abides with it for a cookie, but is glad when it is over. My turn tomorrow. Love from Kheldar, the Yorkie.
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