After having received my first haircut at Melon-Head's today, it was revealed that my strength does not lie in my long, luscious locks. "What strength?" you ask? Do I have to remind you of the "one legged push-up?" Come on now. If so, you need to scroll down and remind yourself of this amazing feat. Anyway, when I got home I easily raised my sippy-cup, as well as some grapes, strawberries, and cantaloupe to my mouth no problemo. I also climbed two flights of stairs...thrice. My strength obviously lies in my "jeans" - they're "Jordache," afterall.
Anyhoo, you might also like to know that I posed in a red fire-engine. On top of that, I sat patiently and minded my own business for most of the session while intermittently vacillating between checking out my "mane" (wo)man Vaveeta and chewing on a little toy or two. Vaveeta said I was a very good boy. I'd have to agree with her.
Image (Above): Could you take a little more off the sides please?
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