Wednesday, June 28, 2006


Furballs are problems. They just do not go away. They get bigger and bigger until my person pulls them out with a brush. I know she tries to be gentle, but the final pull always smarts.

In the past, they often got so big, someone would have to cut them out. Honkers used to grow behind my ears and under my rear legs. Sometimes I have dreams they are still there and bend myself around to see if they are still there in back.

My canine in-law, Picadou Zapote Carstens, a short haired dog, has never experienced the discomfort of a furball, nor worse, the very stressful experience of having them taken out. I hear her home is under a flood watch. I shall send her happy thoughts of sunny skies and many, many walks with her people.