I got a good one today

I'm not into being brushed. I run away, but when mom calls me with that special voice she uses, I know I'd better hop to and I do. Mom sat down on the floor with an aray of brushes and combs trying to figure out which one would work best on me to get this old winter coat off and my summer coat shinny again. It seems like no matter how much I get groomed, I keep losing big chunks of fur all over the place and since I can feel them, I will lay down and roll and roll and leave chunks all over the place. Mom is constantly picking up my fur! Well, I got a real good brushing tonight, I thought mom was gonna brush me to death! When she was done, there was enough fur to fill 4 cups scrunched and mom brushes me often! I sure look better and feel better, lighter too! Mom says it's almost gone now and of course in a couple more months, it's gonna start growing again. Ugg, then it starts all over. Let's not go there...