Furminator=Furminhater. Furminhater=me.

For months, the bosses have been hearing about how great the Furminator is. Luckily the HeckComb is expensive so they have not purchased one. Until now. Why they couldn't spend the 40 clams on liver treats is beyond me. But no. They come home with a Furminator.

I like the windblown, carefree, ungroomed look. But the boss ma'am is worried that I will get too hot here in the desert. She said if I got rid of my undercoat it would make me cooler. As if anything could make me cooler! Ha!

AnyLoo, I am now a member of the Furmination. It wasn't really all that bad. And it actually did remove a lot of undercoat without as much screaming as you might expect. Now there are tumbleWhigles all over the yard. Maybe they will get together and make little wild Lyles. That would be nifty.