Brushing Pushkin

Pushkin was given a bath yesterday and he's still smelling so sweet.

We brushed him today and boy was it an experience. It started with my giving the groomer a call in the morning--Bharat bhai. He hemmed and hawed & finally gave me an appointment for next Saturday ie October 22. God! That's as bad as getting an appointment with a doc at Jaslok Hospital. Anyway I told him to go take a hike. So, three of us got down to brushing him in earnest. He, of course, got stressed. His pink tongue darted in and out of his mouth nervously. Anyway, I held his back legs and a front paw, Mum held his other paw and then he was brushed to within an inch of his life. I've never seen a dog jump and howl so much. The li'l joker squealed, wriggled, kicked, scratched and whatnot. But I held him tight. His fur is so soft that sometimes I regret that he's a Lhasa and wish he was a short-haired pie pup, like the ones that live on the podium below my building. We did a stellar job with him over 30 minutes. He came out looking like a new doggie. Most of the matting takes place on his chest and near his armpits. It was done. We cheered! Pushkin's chest had been brushed!!