From having a face that at first reminded me of a weary old African-American grandmother, Dionne has been changing. These days I think she's becoming quite the canine beauty. But we've noticed something odd about her tail. The end of it looks squashed and frayed, as if it got caught in a door. I'd call it ratty, except that the twist makes it more porcine.
Steve thinks it's the (one-quarter) golden retriever in Dionne; goldens often have fluffy curls. It seems a plausible explanation.
I'm not saying it's a defect; most folks would never notice it. It's almost impossible to see when her tail is wagging. And that's most of the time.
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