She is spoiled.
(Thankfully you are not obligated to laugh at my
awfur awful jokes)
Petal’s not as spoiled (yes she is, don’t believe that) as she is a spot thief. The moment you get up from your seat and walk a good four steps away, she’ll be in your spot. Then when you come back for your spot she’ll look at you with these innocent eyes as if to say, “What? I was here first.” or, “Surely you wouldn’t make such a sweet little Collie move?”
So you find someplace else to sit.
As for that Fur Bunny, it all came from Lassie’s mane.
While he was on a train. To Spain. In the rain.
While he napped on the floor (a few weeks ago), I took the undercoat rake to him and made that lovely little Fur Bunny.
Then I took pictures of it, because, well, c’mon, who wouldn’t take pictures of something like that?
I needed proof of the great amount of hair that came just from his neck!
His neck is so silky smooth now.