I loved sitting in the House Mama's lap!
Trouble was, sometimes we just didn't sit and love. Sometimes -- like today -- she took the wire brush to me. I guess I needed it. The days were getting longer and warmer. It felt good to get rid of my extra hair. But sometimes the teeth on the brush got stuck.
"Spring must be coming, Gray. The way your winter coat is falling out, warm weather must be right around the corner." Mama yanked a ball of fur from my back. It hurt.
I flinched. My hair's not falling out, I thought. You're pulling it out! Twisting my body, I tried to get away from her.
"Sorry, Gray. But if we don't get...