Here I am after she got out that dratted chain saw, (dog clipper), and shaved me down to nudity! Good thing she didn't touch my beard and top locks with that noisy dang thing! And it is also a good thing that she has an assortment of shirts for me to wear, to cover up my baldness! This shirt is my Navy, First Mate one that I like to wear for my dad. ( He is retired Navy, a whole nother blog). She didn't get to my toenails yet. Good thing too, cause I will give her a whole lot more trouble then too! She wraps me in a straight jacket (towel) for that horrible ordeal. She thinks she is actually making me cute with all her torture. Who the heck do I have to impress at my age anyway?
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Here I am with my long, very whispy hair. Mom always tells me I must be having a bad hair day, cause my hair has never been pretty like most yorkies. I tell her' yeah, look at your own hair! Just cause I am not beauty parlor fresh, I am still good lookin in my own way. Besides, I am a guy, who cares?