My standard poodle, Stash, is happier now that he has been clipped. His curls were actually a month longer than in the above photograph.
Who wants to wear a heavy black wool coat in this heat? Forget hiking — Stash would be panting just lying in the kitchen. I’d frequently find him stretched out on the cool ceramic tiles of the bathroom shower stall.
Now he’s light and free and easy.
A sweet woman in her 80s who loves poodles exclaimed, “You don’t even let him have a pom-pom on his tail!?”, as though I were a child torturer.
Nope. Stash is a farm dog.