Life is hard for Clyde. He has to lie still for sometimes fifteen or twenty minutes (!) while his grandperson combs him.
And combs him.
And combs him.
More to come, on Friday. Perhaps, a brush with fate.
Of course, if you'd rather check out a few other critters before Friday, there's always last week's Friday Ark, at Modulator, and the Carnival of the Dogs... Clyde visits there, now, too, so you can look to see who else sees him. Whee!
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