Fizzmann

Life is not easy for blonde poodles nowadays. From morning to evening, people are looking at and whispering about you behind your back. But Fizzmann did not really care. Over the years, he has become used to it and he knew far too well that it was just mere envy. And Fizzmann himself was just too pleased with his resplendent, blonde flowing mane, in particular when freshly brushed. He loved strolling around the promenades like, well, like a blonde poodle and simply felt great and hot. From time to time and on sunny days in particular, he would even hum a little melody and imagined a rattling orchestra marching behind and accompanying him. .