Good Lord knows that I hate poodles. I dispise them with every nucleus in my physical body, and beyond. Seeing their masters style them up like they are some sort of freakin’ art piece makes me want to spew. Perm and shaven butt, with poofed up afros that would make Snoop D-o-double-g himself turn Michael-pale of blushing, I can’t take it.
Neither can I take this fug-farkin-fugly Judith Lieber Poodle Minaudiere. Good God, it makes me want to flush my eyeballs with sulfuric acid, the concentrated kind. Hot Dog? I say strip the posh dog‘s head and the tail, make it $4,500 cheaper (hint: that would make it free) and I will give it some credit. Until then, it remains the fug bag of the week. I don’t know what it would take to top this off. Admire this hideous creation at Bergdorf Goodman.