She was a gorgeous grey Standard Poodle who was anything but standard.
She didn't board with us. Rather, she sat in the front area with Hannah or Stephanie or Nicole and greeted everyone who came in. If it was Russ, she barked at him. If it was a client she didn't know, she held back. Everyone else was a friend.
Her hair was crazy, the good and wild kind. She often had it up in clips or a scrunchy, and other times had it out in curls and waves all over the place.
She was living well with an impressive list of conditions. Until she wasn't. Then she was just done.
Whiskey is survived by her Moms, her Standard Poodle friend and her kitty. And she leaves behind a heartbroken veterinary team.
We sure loved you Whiskey Girl. Rest well sweet friend. Until we meet again.
