One of my favorite things to do when I want to feel pampered is to go to the salon and have my hair done. The way they massage my head as they wash my hair, the sweet smell of the products they use, the way they style my hair just so, so that I am prettier than at any other time gets me so excited I practically float as I’m leaving the shop. Why, then, do you complain so every time I leave you at the groomer’s for a day?
PS. You look very handsome. And you smell better. Particularly after the cow pie incident.