Mum: Oooooh the Drama!!!
Mum:
I usually clip the toenails every couple of weeks between groomings. Or rather, I check them then, and only cut them if I feel the need.
Well, there has been 'a need' for a week or so, and I have been avoiding it, because none of us exactly enjoy the experience. Tara seems to have ticklish back paws. Cato has had the quick nipped a couple of times by the groomer, and he isn't exactly a stoic little soul. So now he gets into a tizz whenever I approach with the clippers...
Anyway, today was the day.
I've given up trying to do it on the table. Dad holds them by the window, and I grab a foot, peer closely (wearing my reading glasses) and the fun begins.
Today Tara was exceptionally well behaved (being held by Hero Dad will do that to a girl, apparently), but Cato got into the biggest hissy fit I have ever seen him achieve. There was squeaking, and wriggling, and writhing, and pathetic bleating - and all that was before I even made contact with the clippers. Dad nearly wimped out on me because he thought I was abusing the poor lad (until I explained that I hadn't even started yet!) and then we got down to business.
Finally done.
Treats all round. Including a nice big mug of my coffeesubstitute and a dash of cream, for me.
Interestingly, the groomer said that Cato had been 'more difficult, not naughty, just more unhelpful' the last time she groomed him. I think I now know what she was talking about. I think maybe I should sedate him with gluten before we next cut his toenails.
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