TAMING THE WILD BEAST

I cried today. It has been 18 months since we brought the wild beast into our home. Most of you know him as Ben...we call him Changi and for every day that he has been with us his hair has grown as free as the air we breathe. Now we have to cut it. You see cutting Changi's hair is reminiscent of another historical haircut (anyone remember Samson?) We know how that turned out. The worst part is that he has no idea what is coming. He has gone to sleep tonight with his beautiful euro mullet resting gently on his pillow with no clue that tomorrow it will be chopped from his head by some lady who in turn will give him a sucker...sucker. Now how in the H*LL is that a fair deal? He has been growing his mane for a year and a half and in an instant it will fall to the floor with his tears of sadness and in return...a sucker. If it were up to me (father) he would keep it growing and then he could do some cool stuff with it, but no. Melissa says its just a trim, but that doesn't matter. Once the scissors touch the hair everything changes. Below is Melissa's proof that the wild beast must be tamed. We will make it a family event tomorrow at 9AM. Dad, Changi, Mom and Connor will all attend. We will keep you posted.