I give you ... "The Donald"

As great as my hair has come back from my bout with Cushing's disease, there is still one problem area.

You see my ear? No new hair growth on it.

So there is clearly only one thing left to do:


I give you ... "The Donald"

As in Trump. You know .... the guy with the worst combover on television.

But hey, he's worth millions, maybe billions.

So why not emulate?


So just to make sure you see what I'm talking about ...

Here is a close up.

First, before ...


Then after.

See what I'm talking about?

Just call me a dashing old pup.

Come and get it while you can, ladies ;-)

Not *my* ear, please

Hmmm, looks like someone shot Alli with a nail gun (hee, hee).

Just kidding Alli. You look pretty cool.

But if it's all the same to you, let's not get any Frito piercing idea, 'K?

Sacked out

This represents the rest of my labor day weekend -- happily just "sacked out" and recovering from the road trip. This photo, however, is actually from that swanky hotel. You can see how luxurious I think that poofy bed is!


And after being awakened by Alpha and his camera flash, this photo is called ... "that's Mr. Chihauhau Ear to you!" Haha!

Did ya hear?

Did ya hear the news? That's why my ear is up.

Mom was telling me something big was going to happen. And it did.

Guess what? ALLI'S HOME!!!