A few posts back, I mentioned that I came across a vending machine dispensing dog wigs. When I told the husband of this discovery, he asked why I hadn't gotten one. So the next day I went back for one.
Looks innocuous enough...
Yep, that's a small-dog-sized wig.
Lucky us, we got the afro.
Let's look at the booklet, shall we?
Oh good, handy styling instructions!
Oh, the possibilities...I was hoping for those long auburn locks, but the afro is cool too. Definitely better than the pink mohawk.
How to Wear instructions.
You know who else is the size of a small dog? Cats! (Oh, our poor cats.)
I asked Aria if I could put the wig on her and she said, "Hell no!" Very unladylike, but not at all ambiguous.
Husband o'Mine asked Crooked...well, he didn't ask so much as assume Crooked was willing to be a hair model.
No cats were harmed during the creation of this blog, but one was very much annoyed.