So I was laying around my house the other day minding my own doggie business, when all of a sudden Mom starts grouching about the condition of her floor. I swear this isn't my fault. I heard her say to Dad, "I don't get why he isn't bald by now!". I gotta tell you I found this very funny. Here's what had her all in a tizzy...
Yup, that's my beloved Cow and my beloved butt fur.
Yup, that's my beloved Cow again, and my beloved butt fur, and my beloved butt. All in one pix. As you can plainly see, I have another little tuft all ready to add to the collection on the floor.
I swear I can't help this. I don't know...it just falls out...usuallly from by butt and always in clumps and always on the floor. Well, not always. Sometimes it's on the couch and on their clothes. I don't get what all the excitement is about...it's my butt after all. I'd sweep it up, but alas, no thumbs!
BOL HAR BWAR HA(i)R!
Grr and a Hairy Woof,