I will NOT wear a toupee!

Hey everyone!  I know it’s been a minute since I hollered at you, but the truth is, I’ve been in hiding.  See, the other day, Thelma found a tick on top of my head.  Yeah, in January.  In New York!  I guess it hasn’t been cold enough for them to hibernate or crawl back under the logs in the forest or wherever those nasty little bloodsuckers go in the winter.  Anyway, there was a tick hidden on the very top of my head & Thelma found it when she was giving me noogies.  So she grabbed her Tweezerman tweezers (‘cause she meant business) & yanked that thing off of my scalp.  But it had clamped itself on to some of my fur, so she snatched that up, too!  (I was very brave; I didn’t cry or yell or anything.)  Yeah she got the tick, but now I’ve got a bald spot.  It may look tiny to you, but I’m BALD in that spot!  It’s terrible.  I can’t find a skully in my size, so I have to give myself a comb-over.  And that’s not a good look on anyone—man or dog.  Thelma thinks I’m overreacting, but I’ve been told I’m beautiful my entire life (it’s not just my opinion) & I don’t wanna start being ugly now.  So if you pet me, please don’t look too closely at the top of my head, okay?  At least not for the next few weeks.  But don’t worry, I expect to be back to 100% gorgeous very soon.