So, yesterday I took a good look at Ben, who had begun to take on that "Objects in mirror are closer than they appear" look. I had been putting it off, but as rain was pending, I decided to brush him out and give him a bath before the storm moved in. We spent a good 40 minutes on the living room floor with the implements of torture,  dog brushes. We had a few tussles when I was working on the tender bits, but we managed to make it through without any major tantrums, by either one of us. I was a bit taken aback by the volume of fur he had been carrying around. You would think that Ben was the problem child in the shedding department, but he is a real gentleman about the whole thing. He carries his 'blown' coat around until I work up the gumption to brush it out. Sunny just walks around constantly dropping fur like Pigpen,   every single minute of every single day. Sigh. Anyway, this is what I combed out of Ben yesterday... Brace yourself.   After I took this picture, I went back to clean up the mess... And it's a really good thing I didn't wait too long to get to that... It was morphing into something. Something that just might have decided to walk off on its own...   Lord help us. It's been a long winter.