George With a Beard in a Pendleton

When we were stuck at home in the winter storm of February, George accidentally grew out a little beard.  It was kind of cute, so I told him I'd give him a really dramatic haircut to accentuate the new look, and he was all about it.  But being George, he also absentmindedly shaved off his beard.  And so, shaken with betrayal, I vengefully and predictably refused to style his hair.  (Oh sure, I gave him trims here and there; I'm not a monster.)

Well, it's been two months, and George just purposely grew out a little beard so I'd fulfill my end of the bargain.  Soak it in, because it may never happen again.  And I get it.  It's too itchy.

In fact, he's in the bathroom shaving it right now.