As we all know, Isabelle is a girl who can--and does--rock a fur-free look (I'd link but I'm lazy) each and every Spring, Summer and part of the Fall.
But when I brought the newly groomed Tallulah home tonight, Isabelle immediately went into an involuntary "What the hell is THAT?" spaz:
So I hustled our poor little plucked chicken into the hallway while Isabelle recovered her composure and took a photo:
Big furry head, big furry tail, and tragic tiny newborn naked rat body in between. This is actually a very flattering photo of the whole situation given that, in real life, Tallulah's body has a decidedly more fuschia cast because there is so little fur and so much actual skin shining, light-bulb like, through what's left of her fur. Not to mention, her whole back butt situation? Is just OUT THERE.
The good news? Tallulah has (shhhh...whisper) no idea.
And we're not telling her. So, hey! It's really just another day in (electrified) paradise!