Dog Feathers

Howdy's undercoat is starting to release, making her look afflicted with mange as huge clumps of her hair cling to her coat like puff balls and fall out. I won't embarrass her with a picture. I couldn't find her brush earlier in the day, but Chris found one of them after dinner and got to work on her in the yard. I thought he was bagging it, but looked out and saw a large area of the yard covered in clumps of dog hair.
When I went outside to say something, I am told that Georgia had already surveyed the mess and sarcastically said, "Genius, Dad." Brody, on the other hand, who has taken an intense liking to the dog, is concerned, asking, "Why did you pluck Howdy's feathers?"