Like me, some of you may know what it's like to be "Furminated". It's when Mama breaks out the special brush she calls the "Furminator" and scratches me up, down, and all around with it. The next thing I know, she's making off with wads and wads of my gorgeous golden locks like she's going to sell it to make wigs for unfortunate pups with the mange. Mama says that it's "extra fur", but I'm not sure I'm buying it, because it just keeps coming and coming with no end in sight. Surely my rear end and my belly must be bald by now.
Mama says my fur is good for composting and that birds can make nests out of it.
I KNEW they were trying to get a piece of me!!
Now the composting I don't mind so much, but the birds can just look somewhere else for their nesting materials.