Cutting doggy nails has always been easy for me until Davin. For some reason he has taken exception to it. Why? I don’t really know. Nail cutting time goes something like this…
You said what?
When I close my eyes you don’t exist.
Oh No! I did hear right.
The weapon! Somebody save me!
Many contortions later…
He finally wears me down and I need to call in reinforcements. Another person and a cookie.
I’m hoping someday he won’t see this as a life threatening event.