If you read any of my blogs, you know that I have four dogs and I love them. They all have very different personalities and give me much pleasure.
Not long ago we paid a visit to our vet and made her mortgage payment. She saw three of the four canines. Oscar had some dental surgery and Toni Louise needed a vaccination. My vet does complimentary toenail clipping, so I always know that the paws will be nicely groomed when they come home. Toni was not in need of her services, but Oscar was clipped while he slept blissfully under the aid of anesthesia. Wall-E went just to have his clipped. She only charges for his sedative. Worth every penny. He turns into a monster when you bother his feet.
Cujo went along for the ride. He stayed close to my feet and just observed. Now, just the other day I was inspecting his sweet little toes and commented that his nails never seemed to grow. And now I know why. My little guy bites his nails! He was wiggling as he sat next to me in my chair yesterday and when I looked to see what he was doing, he was chewing his nails. Like a person, when he would get a good break, he would grab the offending piece with his teeth and pull it off.
I showed him the clippers today and cleaned up some of his work. He lay on his back in the crook of my arm, like a baby. He watched and didn't object when I clipped a few nails. He became bored with it before I got to his back feet. Oddly enough, Wall-E was right next to us inspecting my work, while Toni Louise thought the discarded nails were a dog treat delicacy.
Oscar did not care to join in. He napped on his memory foam bed in front of the wood stove. It was right after breakfast, time for a nap. He naps a lot, being a senior dog citizen at age 14. His days are pretty simple. I would say the life of a dog is simple, but not my dogs. My dogs are special.