Japanese Spitz

Someone who folds the laundry properly, this matters more to me than you'd expect. I don't do mess. I don't do mud, I'll find the one clean patch of grass in the entire park and stand on it.

My coat stays white through sheer force of personal standards. I bark at things that are out of place, which in this flat is apparently everything. I consider tidiness a personality trait, not a chore.

I run hot easily, this coat was built for snow, not the equator, so midday walks are off the table completely. I also blow my undercoat in one long continuous shed here since we don't get real seasons, so brushing becomes a daily ritual, not a weekly one. My standards for my own appearance remain non negotiable regardless.

You vacuum regularly and don't take it personally that I still leave white fluff everywhere despite my best efforts. You keep the aircon on during the hottest hours because my coat has genuinely never adjusted to this climate. And you appreciate a dog with visibly high personal standards.

There's exactly one acceptable puddle policy and it's avoidance. I held a personal standoff with one for the better part of ten minutes. Principles matter.

Swipe right. I'm pristine, immaculate, and correct about most things.