I have to comb Angel pretty much every day, or that long, fluffy fur gets all tangled and knotted. So I reach for the comb tonight and make my "c'mere" noise. He starts toward me, then stops when Clarence beats him to me. Okay, fine. I put the comb down, grab Clarence's brush and begin brushing. Angel curls up under my chair and waits
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