It’s so painful (for me) trimming Rowdi’s claws. There is always much peanut butter involved — unless she’s gulping down spoonfuls or Kongfuls of PB, she won’t even let you touch her claws. It makes me really angry with her previous owners, because it means that they didn’t get her used to it at an early age, didn’t massage her paws so she’s okay with being touched there. I’ve been working on that lately, massaging her paws and her knuckles and all that. And trying to trim those things often. Until earlier in the week, I was always afraid to cut too much, because I had no idea when I’d get too close to the quick.
Well, we trimmed her claws just now. Scratch that. We trimmed her right front and right back claws. I went a little at a time on each one and used a flashlight shining across the claws to help me know when to stop (it’s really hard to look at the face of the claws themselves, because it’s hard enough to get the paws off the ground, much less enough that my head will fit under them). Other than pinching my own hand a few times with the trimmers, everything went well… until we got to her pinky toe on the back paw. I got one small cut done really easily. The second cut? I barely moved up the nail. Maybe a millimeter. I made the cut, and the puppy, who cannot be distracted from peanut butter for any reason… she yelped.
That’s when I told Frank I don’t want to do this anymore. I want to leave it to the professionals. The good thing is that I looked, felt, everything, and she wasn’t bleeding. So I’m pretty sure I didn’t cut the quick.
It was all over after that. Oh, she was still lapping the peanut butter, but when I moved over to cut the left side, every time I picked up her paw, she stopped eating the PB (that is major, folks), looked at me with sad, watery puppy eyes, and started licking my hand. Her eyes were telling me, “I would bite you, but you would just hate me more.”
So we only got one side done today. We’ll try the other side tomorrow. Maybe she will have forgotten I hurt her.