Duff here. When I get My Hairs cut by Ashley, My Groomer Supreme, I am a Puppy once again. I romp and play. Dance around. Merrily cavort. I pounce on My Toys. It’s fun and games. I Play tag with mom or other Canines. I frolic, even with snowflakes. I do draw the line with Rain, but other than that? It’s as if I have dropped five or seven years from My Life. Living unstuck.
My Badge of Honor that I get spiffed up is a Bow. It’s true! I show it off. I parade around like the Handsome Dude I am. I behave well. And My manners are sterling. Beyond compare. However, I am a Boy Dog, and some of My Clients feel it wrong of Me to wear Such Apparel. (Though I got approval when I had on My Tux Bow for New Year’s.) I was dapper. What can I say? Living unstuck.
How about You? Feel better after a Hair Cut? Or does it matter to You? I say: Do what works. If You’re like Me, revel in feeling Top Notch. Show Yourself off. Sparkle and shine. You might even compliment Others on Their new Style if appropriate, and watch Them glow. It will warm Your Heart. Living unstuck. #unstuck-living#hair-styles-and-cuts
Some are blessed with musical ability, others with good looks. Myself, I was blessed with modesty.
—The Duff Himself