Nailing it

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.

About Linda Andrews

Linda Andrews lives with her husband and three children in Phoenix, Arizona. When she announced to her family that her paranormal romance was to be published, her sister pronounce: "What else would she write? She’s never been normal." All kidding aside, writing has become a surprising passion. So just how did a scientist start to write paranormal romances? What other option is there when you’re married to romantic man and live in a haunted house? If you’ve enjoyed her stories or want to share your own paranormal experience feel free to email the author at She’d love to hear from you.
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