This is the last day we will appear as shaggy and fluffy. Tomorrow we’re going to see Miss Jacquie for a hair cut. (We love Miss Jacquie, but not that buzzy shaver thing!) So our ghostwriter tried to get a nice, distinguished portrait of us in our unshorn glory, outside in the dappled autumn sunlight. But, alas, it wasn't meant to be. For as we stood in front of the camera I was struck with a sneezing spell. There was no time for a reshoot because Mom has to go to work early this afternoon for a meeting.
Pardon, sniffle. See you tomorrow, sans shag.