And then we picked up James. Aka 'Karamouche an Audience with Micador'. What a mouthful. He would be going to Crufts except he has grown 1cm too tall for his toy poodle class. Therefore we have bought him from his showing home to be resident boyfriend for our girls. They think he looks despicable tonight. And he had better stay away from their beds. Presumably, given a few days and a following wind, he will be lodged between them like a sardine. Hopefully. And the dreadful 'lamb trim' is also going just as soon as I get him to a parlour. Apparently he has a bit of a 'gay' tail, (much frowned on by poodle purists). It looks just fine to us.
The lovely lady we bought him from will have him back if he doesn't settle, and will refund our money in full, which we thought was extremely fair. In one of life's twists of irony James turns out to be a bit of a man's man, and much prefers the Farmer to me. So the poor Farmer is going to have to learn to tolerate a tiny bundle of black fluff sitting on his knee and trotting at his heels. If it was not so funny it would be tragic! The Farmer despises poodles, but I hope he will learn to be fond of James.
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Are your sure it is called James and not Kevin (as in Keegan)
Your dog appears to have a 1970 style perm????
I guess the farmer is suffering from a bad case of hair envy
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