We had a traumatic afternoon. Mom and Dad drugged us! And when we couldn't stand up by ourselves, they caught us and trimmed our nails. Jake hates having his nails trimmed!!
He doesn't care for being woozy either . . . or having Barney sit on him! You know this only happens when he's flat on his beak - er, muzzle!
Mom says it was traumatic for her, too. She's the one who has to hold a loopy pug and corral all the extra legs while Dad trims. Pugs "honk" when they are upset and turn up their shed rate by at least triple. Imagine an emphysema ward snowing hair!
Ah. Interest in a toy is a good sign. Wonder if there will be headaches in the morning?
