Pack of poodles

It took awhile for the humans to stop making the water come from their eyes, but by the afternoon, things at the clinic felt like they were getting back to normal.

Mother says, "nothing makes you feel better than a hug from a poodle!" and as luck would have it, we had 3 poodles in the clinic at the same time.  Taco, Moe and Jax all happened to be visiting at the same time, and all for different reasons.  Vonnie says, "They're just brothers from different mothers".  Mother says, "happiness is a poodle in your arms".  The small one, Moe, showed up bright and early at the clinic -- he arrived before I did.  At first I didn't even think he was a poodle, he was nothing more than a head in a bed. 

Pretty soon, mother was carrying him around hugging him and I realized that he was a mere canine with four legs like the rest of us.

Bea wonders why I don't get jealous with all the poodle-hugging going on, but I'm pretty confident of my top dog position around here.  After all I was the one licking the salty water off mother's face last night, not one of the fluffy poodleheads.  Mother says Bea and I just aren't as smart as the poodles, but I don't remember ever reading a poodle blog before, or even wanting to for that matter.  Enough barked.