GSD Woman
Well-Known Member
Today my youngest plucked my last nerve. When I do dog nails I do them outside with the dog on my pause table. I have to put my youngest on a lead and I give her cheese and do her nails. Today she didn't want to stay on the table or let me handle her feet and apparently cheese just wasn't good enough. When she was a baby I would put her in my lap and play with her feet and clip her nails and make it a fun time. And then, the little brat decided she wasn't going to go in the front door. She stood on the front porch and wouldn't move into the house. I finally had to wrestle her into the house. I feel like banging my head.