Always with the drama.
Last night the Hub came home from work with a bag of goodies from the pet store – food and treats for Grady. He also bought styptic for our little bleeder’s toenails. See here.
I asked him if he looked at the nail clipper dremel thingy from TV – the peticure? You know what I’m talking about, right? Yeah – I priced them out and they are tres expensive. I already have a dremel, so I wont be spending the moola for that “attachment”.
The Hub and I argued about the relative safety of using a dremel on Grady’s toes for a couple minutes and then I grabbed it and he grabbed Grady and this is how it sounded:
C: Ok, Hold him.
H: I am, but hurry. He’s like a greased up pig.
C: Ok – here goes. <turns dremel on, Grady couldn’t care less. Dremel, dremel, grind, dremel>
C: It’s not really taking off too much – it’s just rounding off the ends.
H: Well, grab the clippers then.
Grady: Uuuugggghhhh. <Flippity flip flop. Don’t hold me. I hate you.>
C: Ok, hold him still.
H: I am. Just do it.
Grady: Ouch! Ouch! You are pulling my leg off! Oh, God, I’m going to die, I just know it! Why do you hurt me so! Stop it! <Struggle, struggle, struggle, claw, claw, struggle>
C: Only 19 more to go…
Grady: I will kill you while you sleep. <Struggle, struggle, contort, sigh, cry, whine, struggle>
C & H: Ok Grady it’s ok don’t worry we love you want a treat how about a treat yes treat treat treat you are a good boy stop it you’re scratching me good boy treat treat.