That’s from 20 minutes’ work on one-half of Little Bear. His undercoat is coming out in chunks and he really needs to be brushed at least once a day, but he hates it and has learned that once he’s under the cabin I can’t really force him to come out. So now his coat looks like nobody loves him and he has an ass of felt. This evening I cornered him inside, which I hate to do because of the mess, and worked him until the ‘please’ in ‘please stop, Daddy’ was sounding a bit strained. Nothing I did could convince him to roll over and let me at the other side.
But he’s just going to have to put up with it until we get this back under control. I’ve been too forbearing.
You are reminding me why we no longer harbor pets in our home. Thanks!
To us pets are like grandkids. We go somewhere else to get our fix, and then leave.
Could you sit on him and shave him with electric clippers? The first few times he might look a bit strange due to struggling, but perhaps a bit of Spam or sausage during the clipping? And once he associates Spam with clipping he might give up Spam and leave more for you. Just a thought.
When I lived in Alaska the dogs up there grew massive amounts of hair. Some women would make it into yarn and knit sweaters with it.
Y’know, looking at the picture before reading the text made it seem like you combed him until there was nothing left but loose fur and an empty collar. Kinda funny.