#porcelain d’uccle
“No, ma’am.”
Poor Miss Wiglet.
Her entire underside is prickly new quills, and her feet, too. There’s about two square inches on her back where she can be safely petted, and she DEMANDS it, nonstop. Of course her sibs are being very understanding and empathetic. NOT.
They’re hateful and won’t stop attacking the poor old thing. So she lives on the arm of my chair and on me. Molting is no fun, but she will be beautiful and spangly when it’s over.
