Hair today, gone tomorrow

Hi, Pippin the Victorious here.

Not really. I’m not victorious about anything, although Mummy is watching the Winter Olympics at present, and hoping that her favourite athletes win medals.

The main event last week was the great haircut competition. I think Mummy won, but it was close. Reggie was happy enough having his front end done, but objected strongly to having his back end trimmed. Mummy tries to layer it, so that the hair lies neatly. So Reggie’s front end looks lovely, and the back end is ragged. The whole point of his haircut was to check there was no more trace of mites, and Mummy was planning to bath us all after.

Reggie with the hair that’s been cut off

But then Ronnie came out for his haircut, and he wasn’t having any of it. Mummy and he had quite an argument about it. ‘A discussion’ Mummy said. It was a discussion that took a very long time! Eventually Mummy agreed to give him several minutes rest between each cut. It took ages. But a big pile of hair finally mounted up next to Ronnie, and Mummy gave him a big cuddle, and he came back to his run. He sulked for a bit, but Mummy brought extra cucumber to reward us all.

Next time she’s going to trim the bottom of the hair level, not do it all over.