Dreamland. Plucking the Dog's hair

I was plucking tufts of hair out of Crumpet’s chest. I knew that only the chest hair would come out and leave here with an attractive mottled look. All the hair did come out and she looked fine.

Then I got her to turn over and there were clumps of dirt on her belly that I cleaned off and a little bit of fuzzy mold tat I also wiped off and then she was clean and happy.

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