So Peep #1 went to the groomers the other day, and when she returned, I have to say I hardly recognised her.
Okay, so I actually did recognise her, but I ran away from her anyway, 'cause what I saw caused me to worry.
CLARIFICATION: The groomer did nothin' wrong. The groomer did a perfectly good job. The groomer was NOT the problem.
The problem was the peep.
You've all heard 'bout Peep #1's infamous ponytail, right? You know the one. The tail attached to the back of her head. The tail she swishes back and forth like a... Uh... Like somethin' on the rear end of a... Um...
Like somethin' attached to the rear end of a horse's patootie?
Yeah, that's the one.
Well when ol' Peepers returned from the groomers the other day, her ponytail was like six or seven inches shorter. Maybe - PROBABLY - more. That hair of hers used to hang almost halfway down her back, and now it barely touches her neck!
It's hard to tell, really, 'cause she's always flickin' that ol' tail of hers about, and I never have been able to get her to keep it in one place long enough for me to get an accurate measurement.
But anyway, it got me to thinkin':
WHAT IF SOMEONE THOUGHT THEY'D SHORTEN MY TAIL?
It's like she got a lion cut or somethin'.
Scratch that. I think a lion cut would be more like that look some peeps have where half their head is shaved almost down to the skin, and the other half of their hair is left long.
THANK GOODNESS PEEPERS DIDN'T GET HER HAIR CUT LIKE THAT.
And now that I'm thinking 'bout this alternative - the half head shaved alternative thing - I'm appreciating the shorter tail look more and more.
But the situation still has me worried.
'CAUSE I'M STILL CONCERNED 'BOUT THE LENGTH OF MY TAIL.
And keepin' it just as I want it.
The length it is right now.
Which is the PURRfect length, for sure.
SO DON'T YOU GO GETTIN' ANY STUPID IDEAS ABOUT TAKIN' ME TO THE GROOMERS, PEEPERS.