As dog parents, we have the duty to keep our wards well-groomed and in working order. This often comes with the arduous task of nail-trimming. I know. I know - many of you are shuddering - the mere thought of cutting dog nails is causing sweaty palms and accelerated hearts. To celebrate the new month - March - my personal month-long Irish heritage festivus - I decided to trim dog nails.
Yes, it's nothing but good times here at my house...
Arwen is an old pro. Like everything else in her distinguished life, she handles nail trims like a champ. I call her over, she lays down on her back in front of me. I simply start trimming. She slowly pulls her legs away from me at times, and when we're almost done, she tries to wriggle away. For the most part, though, I just clip away and talk softly to her. When we're done, I cheer for her with lots of praise and she runs to the kitchen for a big treat.
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| Notice the patient look in these eyes? |
Nyxie is next. This girl is big, smart, high-strung, and mostly compliant. A bag of training treats wins her over as I call her to lay down in front of me. I trim her nails as she lays on her side, taking softly to her and giving her a treat after each nail is done. In a vain attempt to resist me and the treats, she rights herself usually after each second nail. She's a drooling puddle of forgiving goo that while she wants so terribly to resist me, her desire to please me wins out every time. Thank goodness for her German Shepherd-ness!
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| Nails? Whatever you say, Mom. |
And then there's Fenway...
Fenway is a dog that's not used to being groomed. In his former mystery life, I'm quite sure there weren't regular baths or nail trims, ear checks or paw cleanings. When there's no suspicion that you actually have a grooming tool, or medication, he lets you pretty much do anything to him. But if you try to do anything to him, he treats you like a zombie bite victim.
"Will she bite me? Is she infected? Better to run away!"
Poor kiddo. With a ton of patience and treats, his nails were cut and then filed. He did pretty well, actually. I think he finally got tired of my unrelenting persistence in holding those little paws of his. Happy March, Fenway - maybe the rest of the month will bring you the luck of the Irish. But then again, you need to be neutered soon...
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| YOU'RE GOING TO TRIM MY WHAT?! |
