I can't believe it has been a whole month since I blogged about Petey. He does something every single day that is funny or aggravating and most days he does both, sometimes at the same time! I'll use the excuse I've used for everything lately, I've been sick. The first couple of days I was sick, Petey was my constant companion. He likes nothing better than a sleeping buddy. After about two days though, I think I was beginning to cramp his style, or at least cut in to his naps somehow. He kept his distance. He was never openly hostile, but it was clear it was time for me to move on. BUT...that isn't why I decided to post today. Today's entry is about Petey's claws.
Petey hates to get his toenails trimmed, but it is one of those horrible necessities of life. We have two sets of clippers in an attempt to get some that don't make a loud noise and make things worse. John even got a Pedi-paws on clearance for $2, but that was a disaster. We never could get him accustomed to the noise, much less get it close to him.
Pete knows where John keeps those horrible implements of torture and if he sees John any where near the rack where they're kept, he'll steer clear of John for the rest of the day. Not to be outdone, John will slip the clippers in his pocket while Petey is outside.
We made the full circuit around the house and were at the back door. Petey thought we were going in and headed up the steps. John pulled the piece of carpet we use for a welcome mat over to the edge of the porch so Petey would have a soft spot on which to lay while his nails were getting trimmed. Apparently, John moves the carpet over every time he trims Petey's nails and Petey knows. As soon as John moved the carpet, Petey took off running through the back yard. John had to chase him down.
He did, and caught him. I had to hold him down while John did the actual trimming. Pete was mad, but his nails no longer looked like they needed polish!
No comments:
Post a Comment