Why does she seem so...displeased? She is sorta giving me a look and moving her ears back in response to my words, but like, this is real stuff, ya know? Looks are everything. The very first moment someone meets you, they see you. They judge you immediately on this. Why look anything but your absolute best?
But whatever, I know some people just like...don’t realize it. I have to teach them the ways. That is what my mother always told me. Some will refuse and you just have to convince them what is best for them. Maybe this will be one of those times.
She questions the fur out of place and my I zoom my beautiful eyes in slightly on the spot, nodding towards it. Perhaps it is very small, but it is something, especially with her fur color. Her...unfortunate fur color. I am hoping that some of it is mud and can be cleaned up.
She then refuses and I pull my head back and lift a brow. I sigh slightly, shaking my head in genuine disappointment ”No thanks? Girl, you are not going to make it far unless you learn the ways of true grooming,” I say, puffing my star-touched chest out slightly. I take a step and turn, showing off my nicely groomed and rather pristine coat- even for one as young as I am.
”See? Doesn’t it look nice? We get you down to a nice spring, we can clean you up real good, figure out the best place for every piece of fur. It is a lot of work, but it pays off,” I say, giving a slightly shrug. ”I guess if you don’t want to be your best self,” I finish, making a turn as my eyes look to her again, trying to gauge her reaction.