Head o curls

I enjoy being a rustic Barbet. That means my hair is long, in my face, and free flowing. It is really the standard. Many humans choose to trim the Barbet's hair around the eyes. My Mom? Nope. She insists I sport hair as long as hers! And then she puts that bloody rubber band in my hair when I pool jump. Oh yeah, that's real masculine! Ah, the trade-offs of being Joanne's hairy child...