How one forgets...

Yesterday after Mamas came home from the dermatologist, she took me out for a walk. It was such a beautiful day! I was dressed in my Juicy Couture Sweatshirt and had on my Coach collar. We walked down the block and on the avenue to see the ladies at the Hair Dresser. Mamas made an appointment for me for domani to get a hair cut. I feel strongly about having long hair. It is what distinguishes me from the other chi's in town. I am fortunate, however, that they do not touch my butt-fur. That, to me, is a definite must. I do not feel that anyone should have a scissors taken to their posterior. I do my best to grow my hair as often and as quickly as possible. I do only go for a haircut a few times a year, but it is always torture for me.

On our walk, we met a lady with two short hair chi's. One was a girl, she cried like a baby...it disturbed me because she sniffed my coolie. I do not like it when other dogs sniff my rear. I know it is how we get to know each other, but, you see, I do not think of myself as a dog. I am more human-like. I display more human-like qualities and that is just that. I sit on the couch and watch television. I eat like a normal human being at normal human being hours. I use the rest room like normal humans, so why do I wind up in the dog category? It perplexes me.