Look what Kristina did to me! My hair was flowing. It made me handsome. After my hair cut, I look funny. Let’s just say Kristina isn’t the most talented groomer. She cuts my hair herself because there are no groomers where we are going. Am I supposed to believe the Bahamians don’t have dogs?
She says she’s getting me ready for the Bahamas. She blabbed on about how hot it is down south, how there are ticks, and how sand sticks in my hair. At least she listened to the vet when he said she shouldn’t cut my hair too short or I could get sunburnt, otherwise; I might be bald.
I have to say, my ears feel lighter and cooler with shorter hair, but that’s the only good thing.
Now I have to wait until spring before I can have long hair again. Kristina is crazy with the clippers once we are living on Mattina.
So, am I still handsome?