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Pearls from a Princess by Pookie

She's Gonna Cut My Beautiful Hair!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh, my, what is a Princess to do?
There is a plot afoot in my palace here.....Mom, I have heard via the servants gossip (ha ha!) is planning to......YIKES!!!!......cut my hair on Friday.
I wonder if she is giving me general anesthesia or what?
I've never, ever had my hair cut in all my seven whole years on this
planet....I just don't know how I am going to maintain my Princess status
with some kinda butch haircut. Why, I'll come out looking like a gold and
white version of my little brother (God forbid!!) Fluffy Lee.
Oh, save me from this fate!
I have been sulking but Mom doesn't seem to get the message. She's telling
me my skin (which has been ravaged by a few flea bites) will be able to
"breathe" (hey, if I can breathe, my skin can breathe, and I don't need any
haircut to help that along!!) and that she can see easier if I have any of those
rotten fleas on me.
If you ask me, she is just getting lazy in her old age and wants the summer
free of grooming tasks....
How can I be a Princess with a freaking crew cut???
Is there some Animal Abuse Agency I can contact about this?
I feel like I have five days until she makes me do the hair version of walking
the plank....I am sooooooooooooo depressed!
I think I will try hiding under the bed (except at dinner time) for a week and
see if she gets the message about this haircut nonsense!

It sure is tough to be a Princess.....and it's gonna be tougher after that wretched haircut.
You may send flowers and other expressions of sympathy!
Write protest letters to my Mom!
SAVE THE PRINCESS' HAIR!!!!
Sigh.

Momma meets Santa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

12/22/06
Wow, everyone! Santa came early to our house and Momma met him!
Well, more or less met him. He sent her an e mail telling her he had given
her a Dogster Plus membership.......oh, she has longed for one so much for
so long, but you know my brother, Fluffy Lee, has cost her a lot of money
with vet bills and medicines, etc., and she lives on a "fixed income." All I
know is that means our freeze dried liver treats are limited....life is tough.
But I am joking a bit....mom takes great care of all three of us and we have
so much love, plus are kept clean and pretty (well I am pretty, ha ha!) and
well fed, and all....we sleep on her bed (except for Wilby, the big guy!) and
get walks and meet people who stop to pet us....
But back to Santa....and that wonderful letter! I will give everyone a little
hint....the people at Dogster are the bomb, man! That's what my niece Erin
would say. What a great group of people.....we are just so happy!!
Now I can have lots of bling on my page, well, as soon as Mom (who is
not too tech saavy to say the least) figures out how to put it all there.
And I get to have FIFTY of my very best photo shots for the world to see!
Ooooooooo eeeeeee, lookout world, Here I Come!

Mom says there's a lesson in all of this......if you are ever tempted to give
up believing in Santa.....don't! Mom says that Santa is just another one of
God's angels here on earth. And today that angel gave her the loveliest
Christmas present! So always believe!

OK, now I gotta go.....I need to start encouraging (well, mom calls it
pestering) Mom to learn how to fancy up my pages...and get those new
photos in my book!
Looking, the Princess is gonna shine now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wags and wiggles, kisses to all........
And Santa.......hey, dude, you're the Man!
Pookie