Thursday, July 18, 2013

Maintenance

Nail trimming has never been a fun chore in our household. Basically anytime we bust out the clippers Andy acts like it's the death of him. He bites, he bucks, he screams. Literally - it sounds like we're killing him. The only way we've made the task even remotely doable the last couple of trims is by putting him up on the island in our kitchen. The height and the cold metal on his feet are enough of a distraction that we can actually get his nails clipped. This last go I was even able to smooth out the rougher edges with an emery board - a step I highly recommend if you want to avoid getting shredded by freshly trimmed doggy claws.

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