Once every six to eight weeks Kusje has to go to the poodle parlour. He hates me on the way there and when I hand him over. But when I pick him up again, all clean and white with a lovely hair cut, he positively dances: "Look how beautiful I am!"
And then ... in the garden, husband picked up the camera and the dog starts posing.
"Am I not cute?"
On husband's lap ... best place to watch TV and look outside so I can growl at people walking by
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