I have no hair!

Puff and I got our hair done Monday. We're wiped out now, boy! It was traumatic.

I'd never been anywhere else except your house and my house. Suddenly, there we were in this big white thing that roared and made the trees and houses all blurry. And then, we had to get out and go into another strange place. We were scared--and THEN, Mom left us!

The people there were nice, but we didn't know them from Adam (whatever that means). And there were strange animals, too. They reminded me a little bit of Puff and me, but they didn't bark, and their voices were kinda high and squeaky, and once they even hissed--kinda like a snake we saw on the Discovery channel.

Puff and I weren't too concerned with them, though. We were just hunting for a phone so we could call you to come get us. The only one we could find, though, was right beside one of those hissy animals, so we thought we'd better not try it.

It all turned out OK. Mom came back with Grandma and got us. In the meantime, though, I had to endure the humiliation of having some strange woman give me a bath, and then comb out my rats. Finally, she gave up and just clipped my hair off. I look like a poodle, for God's sake!

Figures, though: Puff just looks the same, only whiter. I had to be the one with the bad hair. Can you believe he laughed at me?

You know about these things 'cause you're smart. Please tell me my hair will come back. (You can be honest with me; I need to know the truth.)

Thanks,
Sluggo.

P.S.: I guess the only good thing was that Grandma held me all the way out and back. I have a little suspicion she did that because I don't let her touch me or pet me when she comes over. It was kinda nice, though. Now I suppose I'll have to let her get close enough to me to actually touch me sometimes!