Harley got a haircut. She got a really really big haircut. She is almost unrecognizable. Now she can pretend to be a Chihuahua.
Last night the owner of the house I live in came home. Harley and I have lived here for over 5 months. Francis didn’t recognize her. Not only did she not recognize her, but her husband convinced her that he had bought a new dog for the house! He had her going with this story for over 5 minutes; all the while Harley was doing her I-am-happy-to-see-you dance.
Does she really look that different?