The dog has been depressed lately, mostly I assume because she's been about two months since a grooming appointment and as a result her hair was so long she couldn't see, and she was always stinky because all that funk was getting captured in her excess.
Today she got a trim...well, more than a trim. A cut. Low and behold there is a dog under there. Aside from the usual trauma of the appointment, she seems much more pleased.