You look maaaahvelous, dahling.

Don't hate me because I'm beautiful. It takes a lot of work to look this good.

Bad Hair Day

When I was still living at my Grandma Janet's she noticed something kind of funny about me. All my brothers and sisters had nice, smooth hair - but my sister Abby and I ended up looking like we had fuzz. I think maybe some good conditioner would have fixed it, but Grandma sent a test to some fancy place and they said I have the fluff gene. I'm not sure exactly what that means, but I'm hoping that it means I'll get something to eat.

One day, a bunch of people and dogs came to Grandma's house and they put each of us on a table and talked about us. My hooman Mom was there and she was hoping that I could go home with her. Everybody was talking about my hair and Mom said that was okay with her, she didn't care what my hair looked like. And really, is it that hard to see why when you look at this picture of my Mom?

Yikes. Talk about a bad hair day.