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Saturday, December 28, 2024

That Which Was Foretold Has Come To Pass

 


After some negotiation and exchange of words like "motheaten" and "raggedy", Farmwife talked me into enduring the roaching of my mane, which I had rubbed on the fence while reaching for delectable edibles at my previous home. We both agreed on four things:

1)  it was essential to retain my forelock, which is a thing of splendor that adds greatly to my dashing good looks. I'll get a picture for you tomorrow.

2) once the cut has grown out a bit, she will give me those fancy castle turrets that she used to style for Fenway. 

3) we owe our dear readers a better photo, when I have not just rolled in the mud. 

4) there is no hairstyle capable of making me look anything but marvelous. 

1 comment:

Thanks in Advance for Your Mulish Opinion!