Quirky goes to the hairdresser!

Oh no, it’s that time again! Every three months or so Ernie and Jo grab me, sit me down and pull all my hair out! This time their excuse was that the sailing trip from France to the Canary Islands where we are now is over, so I don’t need all my lovely long hair to keep me warm in the wind. Hhhmmm. Well, maybe they have a point …

They call this exercise ‘plucking’. The first time they explained to me that they were going to pull out the long dead hair to make space for the new hair that was growing underneath. For two hours or more I have to sit still in a position that they want so that they can easily reach my hair. Of course, the fun is to lie or sit down on my wrong side! This exasperates them and they have to keep propping me up again. Then I lie down again.

Actually, I quite like the attention. It doesn’t hurt a bit, and afterwards my skin feels lovely and cool. I don’t itch any more and don’t need to rub myself against walls or roll on the floor to get rid of the dead hair. There’s always a big pile of my hair left when they’re finished, and while I am feeling cool and light, they are covered in my hair! But the very best thing is that I get a delicious doggie treat when they’re finished!