torture chair

This week mama and yamma put me in the torture chair at yamma's house. It's a scary chair that can sometimes be fun (it spins around and goes up and down) but also, sometimes, when you sit in it, your hair gets cut. It seems innocuous but it's horrific. I screamed and yelled and cried but to no avail. Then I decided to be quiet and play dead. It worked! The haircut was over in a flash.

Then mama took my sweatshirt off and I DID NOT WANT MY SWEATSHIRT OFF! I know it had hair on it but I didn't care. Apparently they did though. That was a challenging evening. But it's over now and I'll never ever have to do it again. Right, yamma? Right........?

Here are pictures of me with my kickin' new 'do.