Tonight I noticed that both of the pups sound like tap dancers when they walk.  Tomorrow I’ll have to get sneaky and begin the process of trimming their claws.  Patty is very good about letting us trim her claws.  Gavin, on the other hand, is not.  Trimming Gavin’s claws is a long, slow process.

     Patty will stay on her back on the couch and remain as still as a seat cushion while I snip away at her claws.  On occasion, she will pull a paw back but she does so without any conviction. 

     We have to sneak up on Gavin to do his.  Most of the time, I manage to snip a claw or two when he’s snoozing with me on my chair.  It only works if he is on his back, then he’s fairly easy pickings.  I never can trim more than two at a time though.  By the second snip of the clippers, 65 pounds of white dog rockets from the chair.  He has his limits and I’d better have a cookie ready or I won’t get him in that position again.

     You can almost see Patty rolling her eyes at him.