Because of my long and luxurious coat, I require a tad bit more maintenance than my two short haired fellow pack members. Because knots and matted fur is not my thing, my VIH brushes me every day. It's become a sort of ritual in the mornings: wake up, make potty, get fed, and then I hear it. "Bella, are you ready to be brushed!?!" Why yes I am, VIH, thank you very much!
Daisy, what are you doing here? You don't need to be brushed every day like me!
Daisy, what are you doing?!? I'm supposed to be getting brushed, not you!
Hey, Bella, this brushing thing feels pretty darn good!