I can't really do a Gardening Post today, because it is rainy and also Gardeningly Boring round here (we have a scrap of forsythia and nothing else going on). So today I wanted to tell you about one thing I am very thankful for: my Dad and the Brush. He sits in his big stuffed armchair, I sit on the arm of the chair, and he brushes me with a small regular hairbrush. I think you can see how I like it. Mom is not so good for the Brushing because she tries to sneak in too much side and tummy brushing and that I Do Not Allow. So I put the bitey on her to let her know I don't appreciate it. Dad never tries to take advantage.