At the rate my hair grows, my last haircut in NYC 2 months ago seems like eons ago. Because our next trip to NYC probably won’t be until Christmas, Mommy had to take matters into her own hands and give me a haircut. I think I’ve shown some maturity these past few weeks, enough that Mommy thought she could try to give me a haircut with a clipper. Yes, the dreaded clipper. The clipper that made me cry my eyes out at the barber in NYC. Mommy & Daddy were prepared this time. They brought out “Lion King” on the IPad and they kept prepping me for the big event all day long. Mommy & Daddy have discovered that prepping me helps tremendously. I, like most people, like to be notified of impending change.
Here I am…finally NOT crying during a haircut!