...my eyes peered out through a tunnel of fur
...will they never give me a trim
...i know what they want but cannot deliver
...the bit of shimmering light on the concrete calls me
...i am but a dog, a simple dog
...even when i am spelled backwards
Friday, August 7, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
My haircut
I am still contemplating a haircut. Here is a picture from a few months ago, after my last haircut. See my smooth muzzle? I am not sure I like that, since my whiskers were removed.
That is a bit like removing my dog-hood. Also, I need them for balance and my general sense of well-being ! They have grown out now and I like that better. Maybe the Feeder can give me a different type of haircut next time.
You see me here with my doggie friend. He is a floppy friend and doesn't move much unless you toss him in the air. (Kinda boring, but don't tell him that).
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