So I have always had quite a pigsonality as this pigture of me as a baby demonstrates! Here I am a literal handful and this week, two years on I have been accused of being a metaphorical handful!
From the great t-shirt tearing trouble (you don’t want to know) to the hair-cutting-commotion of yesterday, it’s been a adventure and a half in the hutch household.
Let me tell you about the hair incident. Well to my surprise the hooman was quite unimpressed by my hair dressing skills, and I’m wondering if I should be offended.
It all started when I noticed her hair was getting a bit long and decided I should take matters into my own paws, or should I say mouth! I cuddled up to her face and neck to put her at ease, even kissing her ear, before settling down.
Then I got to work. After a couple of minutes she half turned suspiciously and said, “You’re too quiet, what are you up to?”
Then she picked me up, off her shoulder and held me in front of her. I smiled my most innocent toothy grin as a large hunk of hair fell from my mouth. Her mouth fell open and I smiled more thinking she was shocked at my amazing handiwork. “Naughty Noah.” she gasped, placing me on her lap and pulling the remainder of a good couple of inches of her hair from my mouth.
“Naughty?” I squeaked back, outraged that she wasn’t recognising my obvious creative genius.
“Naughty!” she repeated, as she carried me back to my cage.
I watched as she held the wad of hair in her hand, “It’s so wonky…and…uneven. At least it was only a small section I suppose.” she muttered, still apparently in shock as she wandered out of the room.
I huffed. Well there’s no pleasing some people!
What’s the naughtiest thing you’ve ever done?
Hope you’re having a great day, and remember to keep me in mind if you’re ever looking to update your fur-style.
From Your Fashion Forward Fashionista Friend Noah