Mama, can I tell them the news?
I have a new look. My mom told the beauty shop lady that I needed a new doo. Something that would be cooler for the hot summer months. She told the lady that she still wanted my hair a little longer around my face. So, I got a haircut called the Western Highland Terrier cut. Now, I ask you, do I look like a terrier from the Western Highlands? Duh! I look like a sissy with a skirt on. News flash...I'm a boy. And to make it worse, Rowdy is laughing his head off. He'll never let me live this down.