End of Summer Please

I think I've heard mom say 20+ times that the 100 degree temps are over.  That three weeks of sweet 90's and some rain was nothing more than nature teasing us.  In the summer I get a haircut every few weeks and it's so nice.  In the winter I still get a haircut every few weeks and it's just a pain in the ass.  Mom seems to think these haircuts are necessary.  I bring a few pieces of dirt, hay, grass, weeds, dirt and a bug or two and sleep on her bed, on the pillow next to her head and all of a sudden she wants to cut and wash me all the time.  If you ever see a picture of me on here with a pink bow you know where to find me......save me!