Every time I try to run this post I hear something bad about one of my pals. After hearing about Tsar's passing yesterday I was scared to put this post up again, but momma convinced me to try. And to get rid of all the bad mojo this post has, I am going to start by giving you some good news!
My little friend, Ernie, is recovering well from his recent surgery.
Dave is up and around again after having problems with his back.
And Miss Sunshade, Super Dale, is slowly, but surely regaining her strength.
And now, here's my post at last!
In the springtime, momma helps me to donate my furs to the busy birdies who are building nests. I'm not bothered. I am happy to help and that furminator feels most stimulating.
Admittedly, most of my furs I lay down on the floor of the estate interior. It makes the place smell good and creates soft tumbleweeds against the walls that provides extra padding should I take a tumble.
But I am a modest shedder for my size. Certainly nothing like the Pea who manages to leave enough of himself rolling and tumbling about to knit a sweater.
It makes momma most grouchy and the other day, she collected the deposits that the suck machine pulled. She said, "Dammit! This is only from one week and I didn't even go under the furniture. I am going to have to vacuum more often which means less time for YOU!"
Friends, readers, and fellow shedding monsters, I challenge you to show us your furs. How often does your human run the suck machine around the house? Does it make you mental fits like Pea?
Or do you lay there trying to make it go away like me?
And how much of you actually is on the floors and carpets? The Mango wants to know!
Mango Man! Oh yeah!