Does this look like a torture chamber to you? I hope not. But when I look at the pictures, it seems so bleak. Actually, there are windows in that room, and the dogs get to lie down on the padded yoga mat mostly, a pillow under their heads. It is hard being a poodle. No matter what, eventually you have to get shaved and scissored. Maybe even get your ears plucked. Ouch. Even your little poopy and peepy shaved. The indignity.

This is hair from Andy and LaRoo. GoGo I did the day before and didn’t think to photograph. There was something cloud like in the white hair that made me take a picture. The bag full of hair is very puffy. You can sink your hand into it or push it down and it poofs back up.

LaRoo and Andy have really ‘good’ hair. For poodles that means tight and thick. And hard to comb out. I prefer GoGo’s bad hair for upkeep. You can brush it out easily. It is soft as a bunny. The Good Hair holds its shape though. There they are, lined up in their new outfits, Andy, LaRoo and GoGo waiting for din-din.

Funny how so many ‘faults’ are what we find endearing. GoGo’s ears, for instance are light and paper thin. They float in the breeze. Joe and I smile whenever we think of that. LaRoo’s heart shaped pinkish nose.

This post has been edited to remove a close up of Laroo’s tush. Some readers found it offensive. If you want to see it, let me know. I thought it was funny – specially how Joe had her face perfectly framed for a portrait and she whirled around and gave him the one-eyed, “Oh!” I guess you hadda’ been there.

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