Thatch has discovered the joy of brushing. As soon as I produce "the brush," he goes to pieces, rolls around like Hedy Lamarr in Ecstasy, and becomes a full-fledged hedonist. stretchiong and luxuriating in the strokes. Now, whenever I sit on the bed or lie down to watch a bit of TV, he jumps up beside me and makes obvious hints that he needs "the brush."