My mom likes it when I go to the hairdresser to get my hair washed and cut. I understand why…I mean, when you’re the Pup of the Year, you have to look your very best. The ladies at the salon are really nice but usually they have to carry me in because I’m kind of nervous sometimes. I used to be small but now I’m big so I’m heavier…but I still love it when people pick me up.
When I go to scary places I lock my legs and carefully tiptoe to make sure it’s safe. But the nice ladies ease my fears, swoop me up and carry me safely in to the salon..and the next thing I know it, I’m a whole new pup with glistening clean hair. I can hardly contain my excitement when it’s time to leave the salon because 1) I look extremely handsome and 2) I’m so glad to be done with this slightly traumatic excursion.
Now that I have Lily as my sister, though, she gets to go with me. She’s brave so I feel more brave too. That’s how I feel about getting my hair done.