Bela is a Puli dog with lots of hair--it is 'hair', not 'fur' because it keeps growing and has to be cut a lot.
His hair is black and curly and when he goes out he is a dead leaf magnet.
We have to pick him clean after every walk. Sometimes he has two handfuls of leaves in his hair.
He doesn't much like being picked clean--except when there are burrs, which he hates.
Don't ever get a Puli--they are a pain in so many ways.
But Bern loves this dog like nothing I've ever seen. We've had lots of pets, but this is the one she loves best--maybe because he is such a pain.
Who knows?
And since she loves him, so do I--pain that he is.....
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