My fluffy marshmallow
Cuckoo!
I dropped Elvis off at the hairdresser this morning.
I left a dog in there but came to pick up a fluffy marshmallow:)
I think even him did not really recognize himself because he walked in a funny way, like he was a balloon only attached to the ground by the leash I was holding.
I don’t know why the pictures came out so weird but something seems to be wrong...
Anyhow I wish there would be a “smell button” too that could catch that special hairdressed fur fragrance that surrounded my dog and made me bury my nose in a fluffy marshmallow both once and twice:)
So much fluffy love!
Tjingeling
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