White Dog lay contentedly on the bed while I brushed her. She is at the end of blowing coat and is itchy enough to be still and patient as I groomed enough hair to make another small Eskie. She always wants to sniff the removed fluff and play with it; she follows forlornly with her eyes as I put the clumps into the wastepaper basket. White Dog was smooth and fluffy and so relaxed that she was starting to fall asleep when she heard the UPS truck go down the street...brushing over, she hurried to the window to bark at him. Then she went out to the yard where she shook herself to really floof up...and then she rolled!