Spa Day

I know, I know. I go to the hairdressers more than most humans. But I have to. My fur grows so fast, and gets so thick, it just has to be dealt with.

And I have to say, when I come out of the Spa, I do just look the bees knees.

And it's not just me blowing my own trumpet - EVERYBODY says so.

The only thing I hate is that blessed pink bow they put in my hair. I get it out just as soon as I can.

Anyway, it's obligatory to take a portrait on Spa day - the groomed look doesn't last very long, so THEY have to make the most of it.