If you’ll recall, Mom promised to never clip my nails again after the bloody massacre. She had her knickers in a twist because I had two clipped nails and the rest looked like miniature talons. Her friend Jeff came to the rescue and said that she should try the PediPaw on me. Mom was a little unsure about this idea because I really hate having my feet touched (it tickles!), but decided to try it anyway.
We played high five with it while it was off and then while it was on. I really liked that game because every time I gave the pedipaw a high five, I got a treat. Little effort- big reward. Just the way I like it.
Mom was able to grind all 8 of my nails, without any bloodshed. Sure, I didn’t like her pulling at my paws, but she can be bossy and I tend to let her do what she wants when she gets that way. Seriously, she’d make a great military sergeant.
Jeff also recommended the Furminator. Mom thinks that’s the bomb diggity because I don’t shed anymore as long as she combs me a couple times a week, and I think it’s great fun to try to get the fur after she’s pulled it off the comb. We sure play fun games. Mom’s swell.
Thanks Jeff for the hat tip! I’m looking even more handsome than before. I didn’t think that was possible.
Mom took me to the dog pound today. OK, don’t get your knickers in a twist- she went there to get my license because she’s heard that they’re cracking down on that stuff. She didn’t have proof that I was neutered, so she brought me along so they could see for themselves. To tell you the truth, I wasn’t very happy about letting perfect strangers look at my privates.
The lady there thought I was really handsome and called some of her friends at the pound to come look at me.
In other news, the spiked collar that grandma gave me finally fits! Mom took it to a shoe repair guy and had another hole added, and had him cut and stitch up the extra bit of collar. I look pretty awesome in it, if I do say so myself.
Oh and in even MORE exciting news, I met my brother from another litter while I was at my favorite dog part. Let me explain the brother from another litter part. He was from my bio mom and dad’s first litter and I was from their last. It’s crazy how much we looked like each other! In fact, one of my friends at the park saw my brother and thought I’d grown really fast or something. Here we are together (he’s the one at the top of the picture):
And here’s a quick video. I’m the smaller one (for now!)
Mom is in BIIIIGGGGGG trouble with me and Dad. She promised that she’d never try to clip my nails again, but she broke her promise yesterday and it became a bloody massacre. Sure, it was my fault because I wouldn’t keep my paw still, but she had no business doing it in the first place.
She says that she feels sorry for the gals at PetSmart when they try to do it because I do NOT take kindly to getting my nails done. She even tips them twice the cost of cutting my nails (20.00). She’s been trying to get me used to people touching my paws by holding them and not letting them go until I’m done throwing a fit. I think we can safely say that all that work has flown right out the window.
There was blood everywhere, and so Mom sent Dad to the pet store to get some of that stuff that stops the bleeding. That only worked until I went outside and tried to dig a hole.
Well, at least I have one over on Mom now. She’s been giving me extra hot dogs and letting me sit on her head even when she’s trying to work. She feels really bad.
I think I might work it for a while, right after I go bury the nail clippers.
Well, I guess there has to be a first for everything, right? Today I got in my first tussle and it was all my fault. I have a little Corgi friend (darnit! I can’t remember his name!) that is just a little bit younger than me. We’ve played once before and it was just fine except the fact that I wanted to make him my girlfriend.
Mom says it’s a very bad habit and I REALLY need to knock it off.
Anyway, my friend came to the dog park again today and we played a little bit. He’s a tough guy and does NOT take kindly to my bad habit. He put me on my back a few times, in a nice way when I tried to make him my girlfriend. Eventually, he decided that he wanted NOTHING to do with me because I wouldn’t let up. So the next time I tried my moves, he let me have it.
Both our moms told us that playtime was over and that was that.
Before you get upset, Grandma, nobody was hurt. It was just a lot of growling, barking and snarling.
Mom forgot to post the video of the last time I went to the park. I played with one of my favorite big dogs. He’s a Bernese Mountain dog and you can hear mom talking in the background about me making my moves on this guy too.
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