Friday, March 5, 2010
Mom announced at breakfast this morning, "Well, my little PandaPig, it's about time for you to get a haircut, don't you think?"
I didn't think, just snatched the organic romaine lettuce out of her hand and ran into my house, eating it while pondering
A New Look. Actually, I'm not a lover of being frequently groomed, which a long Peruvian coif does require. And when my hair is shorter I can feel mom and her friends petting me more comfortably since their gentle fingers don't get stuck in my "rasta fur."
O.K. I guess it's getting in my way, too. So, dear readers, you may soon see a new, stunningly handsome edition of PandaPig, ready to inhale Spring, feeling the promise of New Life emerging as days grow longer and temps grow warm enough for us to enjoy the fresh marsh air! Like this morning, deck door open, red-winged blackbirds scurrying about the suet cakes, and the scent of blooming trees wafting through the air, into the condo, through our cages...yes, maybe it is time to throw off the old and invite in the New! Maybe I will say yes.
(Plus, mom has learned the SECRET of giving me good haircuts: FEEDING ME MY FAVORITE DELICACIES, SNUGGLING ME SOUNDLY INTO HER LAP, AND TRIMMING MY HAIR SO GENTLY I DON'T EVEN FEEL IT BECAUSE I AM SAVORING THE YUMMIEST FLAVORS OF EDIBLE SPRING.)
When I next emerge, you will be see a lighter, happier pig; and on our next Runabout I will pop madly across the kitchen floor, joyous in the Unbearable Lightness of SPRING PANDA EMERGING!
PANDA OUT! LOVE TO YOU ALL, DEAR READERS!
at 2:42 PM