Wednesday, October 31, 2012

The Day I Lost My Goldie Locks

Hey guys. Yes, it's me, Winston. I know, I'm unrecognizable. It's embarrassing. Do you see that pile of beautiful, golden locks there? That's me! And they shipped it off to make a persian rug! Can you believe it? Just kidding, I think it ended up in the garbage can. It would have been better off becoming a persian rug, then at least someone could have enjoyed it. Now I'm left to rediscover my identity and try to make a name for myself. 
I shivered my way through the first snow storm. It was awful. The only plus was that Mom felt so bad she actually let me sleep at the foot of the bed. It was amazing! They tried to make up for my lack of warmth by buying me a cable knit sweater. Dad even impressed my Mom and got some brand called Pup Crew. I don't really know the significance of that, but Mom giggled at the name and said it was clever. All I know is that the only thing that would even compare to my locks is a cashmere sweater, but Mom said that would never happen. 
Don't worry though, I'm slowly growing back into my hair. Before you know it, I'll be back to the same Winston you all know and love. Let's make one thing clear, Mom has learned her lesson about brushing me before baths. I don't think we'll ever have to worry about matted curls again. 


  1. Haha Pup Crew. So clever!


  2. Yes, get that cute little thing something cozy to snuggle up in :)