Adventures in brushing an Elkhound, a bitey one at that!

Torean finally got an overdue grooming this afternoon, and I must admit that after grooming and grooming, Torean has claimed the victory. An elkhound coat is a marvel to me. After pulling five packed clumps off the brush I turn around to watch our bouncing fuzzball and find even more fur ready to come out. I am not used to having a dog with such a coat as his. Our first dog was a dalmation, the second was a retriever mix, neither of them were as challenging to groom as Torean is. Torean must be feeling better though, our defuzzed little angel found his second  wind when he realized his grooming was done, and now he is sliding across the floor chasing his favorite toy, a stuffed hedgehog. He took his grooming well, seemingly more interested in trying to bite the brush more than anything else, but then he settled down when he realized it actually felt kind of good to be rid of his itchy fur. Tomorrow is bound to be a thrill for him with cold weather blowing in, it will probably be a good time to get him out for another long walk. Torean has decided that he does not want to walk on his harness now, trying a comical combination of plunking down, trying to make me carry him, and if all else fails looking pathetic at anyone who might be watching. His biting problem is improving, and with time, so will his attempts to get out of walking. All in all he is still one hysterical puppy and he made his eleven week birthday a special one.