"Just lop it off," I begged, as I thrust scissors at Steve. "I do not care about style. The hairs ticking my ears and curling around my oxygen cannula are making be yet another level of crazy...just make it go away!"
"He isn't going to start just grabbing us ALL and chopping away," Zso stage whispered nervously. Zsofia hates even having her feet touched.
At the first SNIP the White Dogs closed their eyes but Steve's speed and my blissful reaction caused them to first peek and then cautiously move close enough to sniff the piles of fallen hair.
"She is kind of uneven," Pearl opined. "Maybe dad should trim her up." "Parts of her head are tender from the illness," WD informed. "Dad doesn't want to get too short for fear of causing pain. Better a little unique in style than hurt momma's head." All agreed.
"Let's hear it for dad and the great job he did," Tizenegy suggested.
"You look beautiful, momma!" Roman said thrusting his head under my hand,
"And your furs are pretty tasty," concluded Opal as she enjoyed her treasure "steal" of a mouthful of hair.
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