Why, yes, indeed, I *did* brush my whiskers and lashes with purposeful intent, arguably, though, not to a degree considered peacocking—for dogs of the prairie primp to pretty for personal points of poise and pleasancy only. My kin keep me grounded [literally, sometimes], which I appreciate because I cannot stand canting creatures. Humility is an integral virtue for surviving on the plain, which is why I tend to opt for the dried, sandy-coloured grass snacks even though they might cause a wamble every now and then; the pups need the Kermit-hued blades to ensure they up-grow strong and, also, that their coats develop a healthy lustre. It is certainly necessary for me to remain diligent in my pursuit of finding balance out here, where remaining wholesome among some holes is quite a challenging act! ; )