Surviving Shedding Season

Mason the Akita/German Shepherd is a great dog. He’s loyal, protective, and he has a distinct personality. His coat is long, fluffy, and majestic. There’s just one problem–he sheds!

Three days ago, I mentioned to my husband that I felt like I was vacuuming up even more fur than normal. He took Mason outside and gave him a thorough brushing.

Tonight, I came home, took one look at Mason, and knew. I could see the uneven patches of half-shed fur piling up on him, and the living room looked like it had snowed. Oh no–it’s shedding season!

My husband (bless him) has had Mason since he was a wee pup. Sometimes I wonder if he even notices that everything we own is covered in Mason fluff. (It’s covered in a hair or two year-round, of course, but if I’m not careful, it really ramps up at certain times of the year.)

The first year Mason lived in my house, I learned that brushing didn’t work. I could brush until the cows came home, but I would always remove more fur the longer I brushed. I wondered how my husband lived with this. I wondered how Mason survived the Florida heat like this. Then, I found a shimmer of hope.

The only way I’ve found to remove Mason’s shedding undercoat is a fur rake. Because I grew up with labs and pitbulls, I had no clue these even existed. They’re used for medium- to long-haired dogs and they reach into the undercoat to remove the built-up half-shed fur. (Like these from Chewy.com. If you use my link and purchase one, I’ll make a commission at no additional cost to you.)

When a dog like Mason sheds, it doesn’t all fall off (like it does with Belle). The outer coat falls off, but the undercoat gets trapped between the skin and the outer coat. This causes the never-ending brushing cycle, as well as mats and itchy, irritated skin. The only way to get the half-shed fur out is with a fur rake. It reaches past the outer coat to catch and remove the undercoat.

I brushed and raked Mason for about 30 minutes tonight, and I think I could build a new Mason with the amount of fur I removed. He was so happy that he even let me brush his tail (this normally causes some strife). I’m sure he feels cooler and lighter. He’s been nudging me for more loving ever since.

Of course, I also had to brush Belle, because she was jealous of the love and attention Mason received. That was a much shorter job (she’s a pitbull/hound mix).

The floor was a mess by the time we were done, but a quick sweep and a slightly-less-quick vacuuming of the couches later, the house looked decent once more, for the time being.

And so it begins.

Happy shedding season, everyone! May your dogs love their brush, and may the fur stay out of your nose!

Mason gets a bath

Mason is half German Shepherd, half Akita.

German Shepherds were bred to herd and protect sheep.

Akitas were bred to hunt bears.

I suppose neither of these occupations required much swimming or bathing.

I understand that Mason may not be genetically predisposed to a love of water.

But at 105 pounds and with a thick, long, double fur coat, he would be cooler if he was.

Mason got a shower yesterday. He’s a good boy, he really is. When I called him, he immediately sashayed towards me. Then I turned the shower on, and he hid in the crate until I coaxed him to the bathroom.

To be fair, he didn’t fight getting a bath. He didn’t exactly help, either. Once I convinced him to get into the shower, he thought his part of the bath was over. He suddenly forgot how to turn. He stood still, back end pressed to the shower wall, until I allowed him to get out of the shower.

This means that, in order to bathe his whole body, I had to get in the shower with him and push and shove and lather and bend and contort myself into a few yoga poses I knew and a few I learned right there in the shower.

Now, some people say that dogs don’t really feel emotions like humans do, and to say they do is mere personification. But I’m telling you–this dog was laughing. He was so happy with himself. Smug, I daresay. And as soon as he was rinsed and the shower was off and I had the towel ready, that arrogant beast shook and soaked every dry speck that may have remained on me, as well as the entire bathroom.

I dried him the best I could. That didn’t prevent him from soaking the living room with the next shake. As he dried, he shot me the most pitiful glares.

If you’ve never seen a half-dry Akita, go Google it right now. I’ll wait.

He looked terrible! His dad chose that moment to walk through the door. He immediately commented on his appearance, and Mason glared at me even harder. He had tufts of fur sticking out everywhere. There was nothing smooth or shiny or even fluffy about him.

As he dried, I managed to brush and comb his fur in a way that made him look more like a dog and less like a drowned rat, although it took all day for his coat to return to its previous majestic state.

As I type this, Mason is licking his fur and probably lamenting the fact that he smells nice. Belle, who also got a bath but actually liked hers, is lounging around, rolling over, showing off, and begging us to tell her she’s pretty every hour or so. Luna, as always, is planning world domination and also how she can knock everything off the table and sit in all the laps. She did not get a bath yesterday. I chose life.

I’m off to use a heating pad on my back while shopping for a bubble for Mason. Surely I’m not the first dog mom who wants a solution to keep my pup clean longer. If I figure it out, I’ll let y’all know.

References

https://www.akc.org/dog-breeds/akita/

https://www.akc.org/dog-breeds/german-shepherd-dog/