So I'm gone for a bit, and what do I find when I return? More cat teeth brushing, duck chasing, poop eating, and dog flatulence.
I could never work at the ASPCA or the Humane Society. Allergies and heart break. I'm a member of both organizations, though. And all my pets have been rescued, except for the parakeets.
Patiodog, I salute your volunteering at the Humane Society.
You folks may not be aware of how fortunate you are to have pets who like to be brushed. The Monster is not so inclined. When the shedding gets to be too much I have two approaches to choose from:
1.
Quick and sneaky: I carry a brush in my pocket. When the Monster isn't looking, I run it through his coat and then put it back in my pocket. Twenty or thirty of these sneak attacks, and, voila, the Monster is brushed.
2.
Full-out assault: I don a coat and thick gloves. I corner the Monster and start brushing. He gloms onto one of my body parts and gnaws as I brush. Despite all my protection, I've yet been able to finish before he has worked his way past all my wardrobial protection and reached skin. Then the brushing is over.
I'm living with a maniac.