I told Dominick, my Papa, Friday night as I cut down pricker bushes that hung into the road from the bush across the street, that I clearly remember the nightmares removing them from Zazoo One all those years ago. He ran free in the Armonk woods and would occasionally, and way to often, return with these damn dried pricker flowers imbedded in his long dark fur. It took hours, sometimes all night to comb them out. Poor thing even had to have them clipped out professionally on a couple of occasions.
So I'd be damned if it happens now and I'm sooo careful with Zazoo Two that I made a pre-emotive strike and obliterated them from in front of the property.
So this morning, within 48 hours, silly ilili snuck under the fence and returned covered in prickers! She must have been stuck in the bush. The poor little girl was covered. Oh boy! Thank God she has fuzz and not a flowing coat. I combed them out and twenty minutes later she was good as new and loved the attention of a thorough combing. She's such a joy: so lovely, so light of heart and gay. What a blessing to have these wonderful dogs in my life!
Now ro go back out with shears and hunt down the nasty bush.
