Ok, so Opie and I are outside in the yard, minding our own business. You know, the usual stuff... sniffing the ground, eating the grass, rolling in squirrel and rabbit poo, barking at the birds and the trees and the people and dogs on the trail - well, only the ones that don't have their dogs on leashes.
We don't bark at the peoples with their dogs on leashes. But we go crazy when we see a fellow canine with their human on the trail and they're not wearing a leash. I mean, geesh, don't they realize how easily humans get lost if we don't lead them around?
Anyways, when dogmom called us inside, we waited a while, but then we went in. And, she had these in her hand...
And you know what that means, right?
Anyhow, usually, I'm very brave and I actually kind of like the attention when she's clipping my toes off. 'Cuz, normally, she's good at it and if I lay still on my side, she clips them really fast and we're done in no time and I get treats after every foot is done.
Opie, on the other hand, wimpers and wiggles and cries. But eventually he gives up on that and lays down and gets his extra treats.
Well, today was different. Dogmom tried to cut my whole leg off. I mean, I know she didn't mean it, but dawgs did she chop into my toe really bad. OUCH!
So, anyways, I made a big deal about it and let her know that that just wasn't acceptable. I hid in my room and wouldn't come out until I couldn't stand the smell of blood anymore. I let her wipe my foot and look at my toe. And, you know what?
She said it wasn't even cut open. I looked, and know what? It wasn't. Isn't that weird?
I was sure she cut my leg off.
Anyways, I got treats and didn't have to endure the lopping of the toes today!