NAILS

On Sunday moms friend came over with little Oakley to play wif us.  Unbeknown to us, hers also brought along her many tortuous devices one of them known as nail clippers.  Now, hers is a groomer so we should have figured out somefing was going on, when mom went in the house and left us outside wif her.

Our mom has a hard time dealing wif simple fings when it comes to us.  One of them is nail clipping.  Evers since Gus showed her how he reacts hers hasn't been the same.  Remember when we went to ours old vet, and I believe that as soon as mom would call and have them put his name on the schedule staff would start calling in SICK.   Just think of the most awful screechy noise, break glass in a room noise, nails on the chalk board noise, and you would understand Gussie's powerful voice when the clippers come out.

EXCEPT wif this darn friend.  She lassoed him down with zipties, you know the kind they use on prisoners and then she should him a picture of bread and water and told him, his life was gonna change, and she may have even took out a pair of pilers to show him what could happen to his teef, AND OUR MOM WAS IN THE HOUSE CUTTING UP DAMN CANTALOUPE FOR SUPPER.

Well Gus tried is best, but the only thing that would come out of his frightened voice box was a squeak and a squawk, and before he knew it she stole his toenails.

When it came to my turn, I gave her the pug glare, and tried to hypnotize her with my "smarter than you are pug brain" but she had on these special glasses and somehow they were able to deflect anything I sent her way.  She hogtied me, snipped my nails, and threw me to the ground.

Later, after she left and we were in bed wif our mom we told her the whole story.  Do you fink hers believed us.  Hell, no she was just glad our nails were cut, and she got to hide in the house. 

Karma mom, Karma.

Mags and Gusser