Similar to how mine meanders.
Last puddle I ran across was a mix, pompud.
(Pompoo)
He, uh, was able to not visibly move yet the tongue came from wildly differing locations in his mass of fur.
He also loved being a knotted up mess.
“Dog, you are a fright of dreadlocks. Dogs. Don’t. Wear. Dreadlocks!”
He’d lick his nose and wag.
Then scream bloody murder if you tried to trim his furr.
I love short haired dogs.
You always know where their parts are so that you may deftly avoid them.
:)
[Pulis, Bichon Havanese and Komondors wear dreads...ick]
They make me itch, just to look at them.
Puli. And a few others.