I think the folks must have gotten bored after all their hard work these last few weeks 'cause all of a sudden they got that look in their eyes which JH and I recognize.
Mom calls me over in one of her sweetest voices, picks me up, and hands me over to Dogdad. And then Dogdad, in his best guy-friendly voice, says, "Hi Buddy, Hi Pal, Hi Jakester." And out comes The Furminator...
Just Harry -- nobody's fool after all -- typically runs into my cubicle, while I get stuck on Dad's lap for a bit of pre-grooming with that trusty instrument.
It doesn't hurt, honest, and it delays the time of plucking. It's just the indignity of it all (I have spared you the most undignified poses).
And of course, JH did get his turn, lured by those same sweet/guy-friendly voices.