Max’s Mojo aka his curly goldilocks
It has come to my attention it is time. Time to cut Doodle’s hair. Time to steal his mojo.
I have to admit a twinge of satisfaction with every compliment he receives, most from complete strangers.
I hope when the curls are gone he (more like me) doesn’t go.
“Crikey, someone has stolen my mojo!”
For now I will run the spun gold through my fingers as he lazily nurses and conclude his mojo can never be stolen.
Not by me, not by anyone. And definitely not by a scissors.