So, there I was, minding my own business, taking a nap in the midst of the high hots that have come to live in O Hi O and the 'rents sneak up on me and take this most unflattering photo of my boo-hiney. All fuzzy and furry and shed-ie. It's true that I am a little unkempt, but no matter how much I groom and get groomed, the fur keeps flying. It's a summer thing and there's not much else I can do about it.
Daddy keeps sweeping and vacuuming and saying some words on my bad word list. But it's not just me, no sir...Diamond Doggie has been contributing more than his fair share of furs in the house.
Howz about you kitties? Is the fur flying at your house?