Trying to brush the mud out.

Mr Darcy took a face plant in the mud in The Park, so I'm trying to brush him clean.

Sorry boy, but you're full of knots as well. I'm going to have to cut out all this matted fur with the scissors.
"Go for it Dad. There's plenty more were that came from."

Maybe I'll just shave you naked then...
"Whoa Dad. Go easy on that idea. It is Winter you know."

Yes well. No shaving then. I'll just have to keep hacking at you with this steel comb.
"Ouch. Oooch. Owwww."

Well if you weren't so knotty... Look at all this, and I've barely started.

I guess I'll have to groom you more often then. *Sigh*

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