Wouldn't you give your heart to a friend? Think of me as your friend.

I shaved my head this morning. My new routine is to stand in the tub and stretch the clippers across the sink and toilet and cut my hair purely on touch. The cleanup is easy and thorough since it washes down the drain (and doesn't clog because all the hairs are only 2 mm long). Today I brought Sophie into the bathroom with me and she sat on the rug looking concerned about the process. Either because she wasn't sure if it was hurting me or if I would turn and use the clippers on her next. Then my brain started thinking about the difference between fur and hair, and how fur just reaches a standard genetically-predetermined length, falls out, and gets replaced, while hair just grows and grows and grows and grows. And I finally got why they talk about poodles having hair and not fur. So if a poodle was released into the wild and survived, would it come back and big hairy mess? Would this excessively long hair eventually lead to its downfall in the wild?

These are the things I ponder early in the morning when my brain is allowed to roam free.

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