I can’t believe how cruel Mummy was to me today! She took a big pair of scissors and cut my hair! It was terrible. I could feel her slicing through my hair. Now I’m even shaggier. She didn’t cut it all like she did with Dougall, she only cut half of it. It was much cooler out in the garden in the sunshine. I didn’t get so hot chasing Uncle Hector. She cut uncle Humphrey’s coat too. He looks rather smart. He says I should stand still to get my hair cut and I’d look smart too. I don’t want my hair cut. NEVER!!!
4 thoughts on “Tortured!”
Oh, Dyl. You remind me of your Uncle Mariusz. He didn’t get haircuts, but he acted as if he was being tortured for nail trims and baths. What a drama queen!
Uncle Saku gets haircuts, and he always looks smarter afterward. He’s a calm, patient customer except when he gets his bum hairs done.
Be a good boy for Mummy!
Oh dear, Dylan! But even you had to admit you feel cooler, surely that’s a good thing?! Try and be good next time and I’m sure you’ll look and feel much better!
Rumble rumble… well, OK Aunties, if you think so 😦
Dyl! Rumbling at Aunties?! Tsk tsk.
Uncle Mariusz used to rumble at me, and I’ll tell you what I told him: I’m not impressed. Brrrr. Brrrrrrrr.
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