Saturday was a big day – my first haircut. Strangely, dad cried the entire time saying, “don’t do it, son” and franticly scrambled around on the floor picking up my hair and putting it on his head. He was mumbling something about hair falling out and that this was a travesty. It was really weird. Anyhow – I was a total champ. No crying or fussing whatsoever. Do my parents have any idea how lucky they are?

Dapper Dog,
Quinn