After finally agreeing with what I said Max goes and changes his mind about having a new fur style. I thought he was with me on this and that he wanted to join the trendy 21st century. I can see that I was wrong. That dog is never going to be stylish, he's always going to look plain and mongrelly. I don't know what else I can say to him to make him change his mind. I mean, I even agreed to go with him and hold his paw. I'd give up on him only, you know me, and I never give up on anything I set my mind to and I always get my way in the end. I suppose I will just have to keep on at him and wear him down until he finally has it done. He'd look great with some lowlights and a new design. I suppose I could always make a mock up image of what he'd look like; he's bound to go for that. Even he'd have to admit that flecks of blue would really make him stand out.
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