The sweetest & calmest puppy protest in history

From the depths of the Fluffiverse emerges Kindred, a name that whispers elegance, a face that screams, feed me snacks, and tell me I'm handsome. Okay, ready? Let's do this. I'm wearing a lot of stuffs right now. I think that's a cat collar. I think he's really tired. They must have taken him for a walk. He looks exhausted. As the grooming begins, he unleashes his deadliest weapon, sleepy eyes of doom. Resistance is futile. You will give him a treat. You will speak in a baby voice. Boy, I need to give you some more treats, you big fluffy puppy. Now, Kindred is allegedly a husky, Australian shepherd, and pit bull mix. But based on the fluff levels, I suspect there's some teddy bear, cloud, and pillow pet in there too. We may never know the truth. Good boy. Sleepy puppy, let's rinse you off. It's okay. It's okay. Oh, you're rinsing my face? I must protest gently with some dramatic whimpers. It's okay. It's okay. You're being a really good puppy. What? It's okay. Okay, let's stand up. Come on. Post-bath, he is rewarded with a treat. Good boy. You look very sad. Give me more after. He's a very calm puppy. You want to be calm for the blow dryer? Sorry, I thought you were done, but you are not. I'm sorry. I found more soap. Post-bath, he is wrapped in the absorber, a towel so powerful it could dry a small lake. He is then blotted like the delicate pastry that he is. Okay, this part's going to suck. Sorry to tell you. Then comes the leave-in conditioner, a spritz of luxury for the fluff. A treat is offered as a preemptive apology for what comes next. Okay, you're not going to like this part. Why do you keep telling me that? Well, because he's a puppy and nobody likes the blow dryer. The only dog that ever liked the blow dryer was Zoe. Then dried with the power of a thousand wind gods via the high-velocity dryer. The happy hoodie goes on. He accepts his fate. He may not love it, but he's too sleepy to file a formal complaint. You want to see your paws? Thanks. Oh, these are really short. He's a good boy. He's very scared. Okay, brush. He's got so much hair. You're going to be a very fluffy adult dog. What are you doing? Okay, I have to see though. I shall curl into a ball and not let you do anything. Come here, pup. Come here. There we go. Stand up for me. He's tired. He is tired. Should we shave your paw pads? Just a little bit. Want another treat? Good boy. You're so soft. Stay here. Nail trim? Easy. Paw pads? Shaved. Brushing? Tolerated. Cologne? Yes, please. Treat count? Now reaching legally questionable levels. Go outside, puppy. Go outside. I got another treat for you. So tired, he just gently takes the treat. And when it's all over, Kindred goes outside where he remains somehow even sleepier. He gives cuddles. He gives kisses. He reminds us that sometimes the most dangerous dogs are just sleepy clouds in disguise. The gentle Fluff has completed his spa day. Fluffier, sleepier, and possibly 72% marshmallow.