Pretending to get a manicure
Yesterday we decided that Bonny needed a nail trim. Whenever she walked on the tile or wood floor she would go “click, click, click.” It was also somewhat painful when she put her paw on your knee.
However, there are not enough adjectives in the English language to describe how much Bonny despises going to the dog groomer to get her nails ground down. But it had to be done. So, I called her vet and a nice lady faxed over Bonny’s vaccination records to the pet groomer near our house.
Bonny must have known something was up because the moment I put her lead on, she started whimpering and becoming hysterical. Usually a lead means she’s going for a walk, but she must have a sixth sense for these things. I put her baby gate into the trunk of the car so that she couldn’t jump into the back seat and helped her hop up into the trunk.
During the entire trip to the groomer, Bonny would look through the slats of the baby gate as though I were Benedict Arnold. When we got to the groomer, she immediately started yelping and jumping around the car like a Mexican bean. I opened the hatch and let her jump out. She immediately started hopping around nipping at my shirt and trying to climb into my arms.
It was so embarrassing. Several people remarked about my “cute puppy” and wanted to pet her, but after only a few seconds of observation, they realized that wasn’t in the cards for today. When I took her into the groomer, she was in my arms, calm.
I let the groomer know that the vet had faxed Bonny’s paperwork over, so she should be ready to go. The groomer said, “Oh yea…where did I see that…” I wasn’t sure that she would find the paper, but I was sure that Bonny’s nails would get ground down. I was not about to leave and go through all this trouble for nothing. She did find the paper, so I didn’t need to make any demands.
Fortunately for everyone, Bonny let the groomer hold her and carry her over to the grooming table and stood gently while her nails were ground down. She shook like a leaf the whole time and didn’t take her eyes off me. At one point I bent down to pick something up and was momentarily hidden from her view by a half wall. She started crying immediately. I popped right back up and she calmed down. This was, by all accounts, a resounding success for Bonny.
After the unpleasantness of the groomer, I took her into the store and bought her a little toy that was on clearance.
This is Bonny’s equivalent of me, as a small child, getting a doughnut if I didn’t cry getting a shot.
Then I took her home and attempted to recreate a manicure scene with limited success. I did, however, get a great picture of her and Jack being adorable together.