The freshly shorn mop dog thinks back on the horrors she has seen today — razor, scissors, nail clippers — it is too ghastly for words, and she has no words, only a memory of her matted, tangled locks.
An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
The freshly shorn mop dog thinks back on the horrors she has seen today — razor, scissors, nail clippers — it is too ghastly for words, and she has no words, only a memory of her matted, tangled locks.