It Got Worse

John decided to clip Petey's nails. You'd think he was running bamboo shoots under them rather than nipping of the very end. Petey hates to have his nails trimmed. It is a fate worse than death, even if he does get a treat once it is over.

If that wasn't enough John and I left the house together. We just ran out to get something to eat, so we weren't gone long. (We skipped the park.) Right now Petey is jammed up next to John in the chair with his 'trembler' on high. At least we didn't get any gifts in the floor!