Wow, am I upset! I was resting on Single Girl's lap when all of sudden something pokie was going from my head to my tail. I woke-up quickly, turned my head and there it was...a new, big, green brush. (Perfect for mats and undercoats she said.)
Now, I know that I promised to let Single Girl brush me but I have decided that I HATE IT! To show her how much I disliked what she was doing I turned around and started to bite at the brush. I HATE YOU BRUSH! I HATE YOU! I WILL BITE, BITE, BITE YOU UNTIL THERE IS NOTHING LEFT!
Not brushing is what led to my chicken legs, but I cannot stand it. How much torture must one take? To show her how much I was not enjoying it: I jumped off the couch and went into the dining room. When I came back I checked her hands to see if that evil green thing was still around. It wasn't, but I still didn't trust her. I stayed on the floor and had a treat, went to the kitchen and had my supper and then outside for an adventure. Do you think she got the hint?
Ruff, Ruff!
Hedwig doesn't like being brushed either. While we brush him, Justin usually gives him another small brush that he plays with and bites to keep his attention. It seems to work. At least for a bit. Something you might want to try. Another toy or another brush for her to take out her frustration on...just an idea. No animal (except for the cow, I guess) likes being brushed. Sorry to say, it will always be a fight. boo
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