The Truth About Grooming a Cavapoo (And Why We Both Deserve to Go Braless)
I want to talk about bras. Specifically — the social expectation that both Gizmo and I must wear one every single time we go outside. Gizmo’s bra is her harness. Pink mesh, black trim, completely non-negotiable for any public appearance. She puts it on with the resigned energy of someone who understands the assignment but…