Gee, now what?
Mom has been telling me time and time again to clip Biggs nails.
It's hard for me to do because he is so so hard to hold onto when he gets mad(and let me tell you, he get's mad when it comes to manicures).
Armed with my nail clippers, a bag of treats and sheer strength, I girl-handled Mr. Biggs.
First nail? Piece a cake!
The 2nd-20th nail? Not so....
He was panting and writhing and even squealing like a scared little girl.
I had to pin him down and he still kept getting away from me!!!
Finally, Mom got out the treats, and distracting him with food, I was able to snip one nail at a time.
He is now laying on his bed, sleeping away like nothing ever happened.
He's still not speaking to me.
Oh well...I'm going to go watch the rain fall now.
Farewell.
I've been looking at my blog feeds to see if you have blogged, and turns out that I don't follow you yet! I was wondering what was happening when you kept mentioning to me about blogging and I didn't see it. :)
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