We promise that heretofore, we will never, ever, give you a mohawk again. It was evident that you immediately sensed the degradation of this experiment. We are sorry your ego and sense of justice were bruised in our poor attempts to amuse ourselves while we laughed at your misshapen body. We are bad people.
You are a good and tolerant dog. You put up with us when we hang your donut-ring toy over your head, causing you to run around blindly. You suffer our hide and go seek games, the bright pink sweaters, and our inability to be of sober and sensitive minds when you get poop hung in your backside fur and are unable to move, frozen in a permanent u-shape in the backyard. Please forgive us for making fun of you. Please forgive us for the mohawk.
Please come out from under the dining room table.
The Management/Your Parents