Third Times a Charm

Today at lunch Mommy took me for my third haircut. The first two haircuts were rough. At the first one, both Mommy and I cried. At the second one, Mommy had figured out how to hold it together but I cried and cried (don't judge....its really scary to have them come at you with that razor thing and then it starts buzzing and making that awful noise. You would cry too, if it happened to you!).

Well, this time, I did not cry. I was a big, brave boy and now I have a brand new haircut and I am a dapper looking boy, if I do say so myself!