Running the Dog Spa

For those that don't know, the love of my life is not a human male but a bratty pug/chi rescue named Pippin. Today was a semi-free afternoon. So here is the tragic tale....


I was playing with his majesty the pug in the living room today and decided his toenails were getting on my nerves.

As well as his smell.

So steps go as follows:

1. Grab Messiah CD (for my own personal relaxation also Kris, Lynn and I are going to a Handel concert tonight so... :) ) and toenail trimmers from my room.
2. Grab the dog. Pippin does not think he is in this for any personal lap time nor is he getting fed so he's already leary.
3. Take left front paw and hold it firmly in hand, then clip dew claw.
4. Pug tries to make himself look small and pathetic and shivering and jerking foot away. Human sits firm.
5. Four claws later on same paw, cry of distress is heard.
6. Mommy stops and then grabs a kleenex, hoping to save jeanskirt from blood stains, all the while telling pug everything is ok.
7. Human stops suddenly when pulling tissue away realizes that there is no blood present on the tissue.
8. Human continues on right front foot.
9. Human once more stops when pug yelps.
10. Once more grabs tissue to find that there is no blood.
11. Human realizes she is getting royally played by pug and manages to complete the job.
12. After pug is exhausted by this job, bath is simple and followed off by a good poop.

yeah, definitely personality.