I know what you’re thinking. That I’m a poodle. It’s a common mistake. I forgive you…because you are partially correct. I am indeed a poodle. A grand specimen if I do say so myself but I rarely indulge in self-aggrandizing.
This you must know: There is more to me than meets the eye.
Trapped in the gangly body of a sporting breed may be my cross to bear…but do not pity me. Oh, no. I am fashionista. Hear me bark.