If I Were a Dog

someone would have taken me to the groomers long ago. Unfortunately for me and much to the chagrin of T, the upkeep of my hair is up to me. Yesterday I decided that enough was enough. My attempt to bring back the mullett wasn't working and I was in desperate need of a new look. So, today I'm looking a little more like an adult. Finally my hair means it again. Now if I only I could find a way to take my own picture that didn't make me feel and look like a big goob.