Tales of waggin' tails, no tails, and tail feathers . . .
Saturday, August 28, 2010
The Science of Toenail Clipping
Conker getting a well deserved
treat for toenail clipping
With three dogs you can imagine toenail clipping day can be a big to-do in this household. I don't know if you've ever tried to clip a Chihuahua's toenails, but if you have you probably deserve a medal of honor. Chihuahuas, by in large, do not like to have their feet or their ears messed with. So, from a very young age we make it a point to mess in their ears and play with their feet as much as possible in the hopes of making life less stressful down the road.
I typically choose to clip nails at home, and over the years I have managed to work it down to a science. Conker, of course, has to go first. I have to act completely natural, b/c if that little delinquent gets even the vaguest notion of whats to come he runs and burrows himself in the deepest darkest hole he can find.
One time I grabbed Chiquita first and started clipping away, next thing I know Conker is off like a shot into the bedroom where he goes to hide under the bed. Chiquita squirmed and squealed trying to get away, and from the bedroom I hear a weak, mournful little whimper, Conker commiserating w/ his poor sister. I clip quickly and efficiently and bribe them with cheese.
Of course, it wasn't always that way we used to take the dogs to Petsmart to have it done. But we can't go back there anymore . . . oh no, our dogs didn't bite or fight to the death, our little chi wailed. That's right I said wailed: wailed, cried, whimpered, mourned, and yowled. The sounds coming out of this little dog would have ripped your heart out. This dog wailed bloody murder. The groomer tried everything from holding from different angles to plying the dog w/ treats: nothing. Meanwhile I'm standing there with tears in my eyes b/c it sounds as if they are flaying him alive! And the girl swears up and down that she's not hurting my dog. She demonstrates by moving the clippers toward the next toenail, they haven't even made contact yet and already an earth shattering scream is ripped from his throat.
Apparently some worried shoppers inquired as to what was happening b/c you could hear his cries echoing throughout the store (and probably throughout the state), so, after the tortuous affair the groomer took us aside and very politely asked us not to return . . . they couldn't have the other customers in the store thinking that they were killing dogs . . . o my . . .