Stylish for Once

Now when I am in perfect weight, Loba thinks I should attend to my fur cut. I have always just done an even shave down, no lion cuts or fluffy balls or anything. Loba suggested that we go to the new groomer in Heaven, a very dapper Italian Greyhound named Vidal.

Vidal suggested a non-gender style, no puff balls except on the tail, but a little length around my chest to make me look stronger. He advocated shaving the butt area, said that it would avoid excrements being stuck to the fur. I think he is talking about poop butt, something I used to suffer from.

I let Vidal do his magic. When he was done, he dressed me in an elegant blue cape. The whole do-up was awfully expensive, but Loba liked it. Zorro grunted his approval, he said should pay more attention to my fur. Well, that is easy for them to say, Loba and Zorro are short furred and need no haircuts. They have no idea how it is to be a poodle. A WHITE poodle. It is virtually impossible to stay clean and elegant.

Mom used to bath me, and she discovered that I got SICK from the shampooing. Some dog shampoos are full of poison and our skins absorb them. I would feel so nauseous and puke after a bath, especially as I got older.

Vidal used a gentle shampoo.

I look almost as good as Zorro on his breed photo.