He is SOO good when I take him to get his hair cut- still as a statue- he really doesn't even blink, I think. I suspected it was out of terror, but thanked my lucky stars he was good every time.
And I was right. In my mom's kitchen, there wasn't the slightest bit of terror and it was akin to sheering an unrestrained sheep.
So.. here it is, his first of many lopsided haircuts:
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