Dogs

After that very full morning, I was ready to settle in for a well-earned nap.

Assistant #1 had other plans.

She decided it was a good time to trim my nails. Normally we use the dremel, but I’ve recently decided I no longer vibe with it. Too noisy. Too weird. Spiritually incompatible.

So today, she brought out the clippers.

Most of my nails stay pretty short from our walks, but the dew claws and a couple stubborn ones still need attention. Things were going fine… until the second-to-last nail. A small wiggle. A miscalculation. A moment of overconfidence. She clipped the quick.

A small scream. A stare directly into her soul. Some very dramatic paw licking.

She apologized. Profusely. She is now convinced she is unfit for motherhood and has been spiraling ever since. I, on the other hand, was mostly just startled. The pain was minimal. The attention, however, is ongoing (and I plan to milk it for all it's worth.)

We’re both recovering. One of us with string cheese. The other with guilt.

Maybe do a small limp for the next few days so you can milk some extra treats out of it