I Bought the "Furminator". As in Terminator for fur! I love it. It cuts the undercoat hair on Romeo's coat and somehow spares the outer hair. Any grooming product that defies the laws of physics has my vote! I have been using it on my wife but it just left her coat coarse and angry.
I love the brush so much that I do a good long brushing session at least twice a day now. Romeo either thinks he did something really wrong or really right! Either way he can't remember what it might be. So he just sits staring at the wall trying to recall what might have started this onslaught of physical attention.
"Maybe it was the time I ate goose poop... no it had to be the time that he told me to sit, and then I did... no that was only a minute ago... darn... I can't remember anything from more than 30 minutes ago. Whoa! Has this always been the case or do I have amnesia? Maybe I'm a dog...No way...!"
The furminator has given me dog a window into all the great questions of existentialism.
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This is why dogs sleep so much. The constant thoughts burn them out, mentally. Like Einstein being unable to tie his shoes as a child, his Mind was working on bigger things.
Goose poop down the hatch? SO WHAT? Gotta figure out if that dog is a dog or a reflection, which is impossible for those that aren't very self-aware.
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