A Perfectly Good Saturday Morning Goes South

The dogs were all happy on Saturday morning as our relaxed pace instantly signalled that we would be home with them and that it would be a no work day.  Things started off nicely for all of us.  Lilac let us sleep in until 5:00 and then they all came back in and went back to bed, much to the delight of Bunny and Blueberry.  Even Lilac laid down and went back to sleep.

We got up slowly, taking our time, eating a slow, leisurely breakfast in our pajamas and curling up with the dogs in our various favorite places.  Each dog got a bit of bagel with cream cheese and the world was very good.

Then, the day took a turn, at least for Blueberry.  Mr. Taleteller emerged from the bathroom with the dreaded apparatus.  All the girls were napping and blissfully unaware of its presence. 

Bunny doesn't mind having her nails cut too much, and she was the first one to get her pedicure.  She didn't put up much of a fuss and so Blueberry slept on, content with her dream of chasing rabbits in a sunny meadow.  Lilac has a problem with her nails, so we usually pay the vet to cut hers and skip the saga of her nails at home.  That left Blueberry.

Blueberry and Mr. Taleteller have had an ongoing battle regarding her nail trims since we got her.  That would be a six year battle that has waged on.  I don't think he's ever even quicked her, but she hates having her feet touched with those clippers.  Today was no different.  Watching them face off is like watching a show down at the O K Corral.  Blue squints her flinty eye at him.  Mr. Taleteller's nose flattens and he grips the nail clippers.  A silence falls over the living room.  Lilac sleeps on, but Bunny ducks behind the dog bed.  I curl up in my corner on the couch.  Blueberry rolls over on the foot he's trying to grab.  Mr. Taleteller mutters to her to cooperate and tries to grab another foot.  At this point, Blueberry is on her back and reminds me of a turtle that's been flipped over.  She tries to roll to the side to get up, but Mr. Taleteller sits beside her and keeps his grip.  Blue sticks her nose to his hand.  One of them growls, but I'm not sure which one.  What I do know is that today, Mr. Taleteller emerged victorious and Blueberry got all her nails trimmed.  Some days she outsmarts him by running into a dog crate and curling up in the back until he gets tired of waiting her out.

To top it off, we went out to run some errands and the girls didn't get to go.  Blueberry retreated to the couch to sulk.  It's funny how some things can really ruin a girl's day!