Sometime ago, my dog stopped biting his nails. Maybe he got his anxiety issues under control. But most likely it’s because he lost interest. So the nails grew and grew and grew.

And I bought a nail clipper.

Per the instructions, I’ve started to whittle away at the long nails. 

And he was patient. I could clip two before he grunted, rose, and walked away. I could follow but then we just went round and round the couch until I decided to do other things.

I thought we’d reached a turning point when I was able to clip a third nail. But no! He jerked his paw away and I lost my balance. I caught myself by placing my hand on his back leg. 

He yelped and sprang up. Glaring at me (and probably muttering), he trotted away. 

When I rose, he went into wild horse mode. Jumping, swinging his head, and barking.

Now, he sleeps with one eye open in case I try again. 

Little does he know, I’ve been moving the clippers closer to his bed while he’s in another room or outside. 

This weekend we start again. Because his nails need to be trimmed. He’s walking better and farther.  Of course, I might just bribe him with a treat to start:D

Until next time.