My PL combs me everyday, which is GREAT.
It is something between cuddling and scratching me and I LOVE IT!
And she keeps saying how beautifully black I am.
How shiny.
And amazingly soft.
With fantastic glossy hair.
So while my hair is ON ME, it is super cool.
And now the weird part:
As soon as THE SAME beautiful, black, shiny, soft and glossy hair is on the floor, it is no longer cool.
It is actually a bother.
There is enough, my PL says, to build a second dog!
And that is no good, I am told.
I am confused.
I like ALL my hair, since it is MINE!
Beautiful.
Black.
Shiny.
Hair.
Everywhere.
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