Argh

Hello Bloggerland,

A few days ago, I published a small article on how my mother was totally mistaken regarding the entire "mud incident." As a result, she felt compelled to bathe me. She had called up my girlfriend at THE SPA (my favorite place in the world), but was unable to secure an appointment for me for several weeks.

Needless to say, she scrubbed me until I was sure I was bald!!! Then, once my locks had dried, I had acquired some sort of afro on my head!! I am begging her to please, please, don't try this at home again. She does not have the training to properly coif my 'do. I am having an extremely bad hair day. In fact, I look poooooofy all over. I look like a sheep. I just hope don't come across any of the herding breeds before my day at the SPA.

I pleaded with Katherine to help me with my fur, to assist in returning it to its proper style. She said she was too tired. Yet, she was running quite quickly later in our agility practice?? (She is just irate at me because I called her an improper name earlier).




I asked sweet, little Zorra to help out her favorite brother... but she said she was too comfy... And, that I should just buck up and live with it. (I doubt those were her words, but Katherine's... I'll get her).







I even asked one of my idiotic kitty siblings (Dakota) for assistance. She had just eaten and couldn't move.... She was saving her strength for something really worth while. I say what is more worthwhile in life, but my fur NOT being in an afro. It is just not my look.





So, I'm stuck in afro land for 2 weeks until I can get to the groomer! Unless.... I go for another toure de mud! Or, I am hitching a ride into town for some mousse. Is anyone going my way?