Coton de Tuléar

Someone who applauds when I walk upright on my hind legs, this is a genuine breed party trick and I expect the credit. I want an audience, a cotton soft coat that gets brushed regularly, and general adoration. Royalty from Madagascar has standards.

My coat feels like cotton wool, hence the name, and I've turned that into a whole personality. I perform, I clown around, I occasionally moonwalk on two legs for reasons scientists haven't fully explained. I'm social to a degree that borders on professional.

My coat mats fast without regular brushing, several times a week keeps the cotton feel intact. My joints need care too as I age, no reckless leaping off furniture. The party tricks require a genuinely healthy body behind them.

You applaud the hind leg walking every single time, it never gets old for me and it shouldn't for you either. You keep up with the brushing schedule religiously. And you've accepted that royal Madagascar heritage comes with zero humility, permanently.

I'm descended from dogs that were reportedly protected by Madagascar royalty, commoners weren't allowed to own me. I've never let this detail go unmentioned at parties.

Swipe right. I'm fluffy, theatrical, and prepared to walk on two legs to win you over.