It's kind of a linebacker look:
Last year's photo... don't get excited that my mane has grown back.
And of course, it's important to keep those flies away from my ears:
In a somewhat related vein, Mother has only pulled three or four burrs from me this entire summer. The aunts' burdock eradication plan really helped a lot, and with the rain we've had through the summer, I haven't had to forage in as many rough places to find grass to eat. By this time last year, Mother had been de-burring for weeks on end and finally chopped all my hair off.
Mother has also successfully killed two bomber flies on me this year, and I didn't even flinch! I've finally figured out that she really isn't trying to hurt me, although sometimes her whacking is a little overzealous, if you ask me.
Perhaps Mother will bring my camera up sometime this weekend. She claims she has to find the old one and something about a sanitary card or something? I have no idea what she is talking about.
How could she have lost my old camera so fast?
sigh
She thinks the thorough hosing after the "waterless" cleaning qualifies as a miracle, too, but guess what?
I'm still rubbing my tail.
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