At any rate, this time of year we start nightly brushing. It keeps some of the fluff off the rug, but more importantly it keeps Charlie from biting himself too much -- because apparently blowing his coat itches.
Charlie is a little approach-avoidance about the whole thing. He races to the closet when I say "want to brush? let's go get your brush!" and then presents his rear for brushing. But he also keeps his chompers at the ready, just in case I should encounter an ouchy snag or try to brush out his tail. Both of which are verboten to me. Upon pain of teeth.
