D: "Can we put purple hair dye on Harriet?"
FW: "No. She might lick it off and get sick."
R: "Can we paint Clover's toenails?"
FW: "No. She likes to chew on her feet."
R: "Can we cut Paisley's hair?"
FW: "No, let's let it grow back in."
I have a sinking suspicion here . . . that my hoofies, which are the most tremendous and spacious canvases, might become the next outlet for their beautician-inspired urges.
Bray for me!