Logan and Lexie (although they did not know it ahead of time) got me a Pedipaws for Christmas. I tried to use it the weekend before with poor results. Poor results in this case means Splott kicked into survival mode and flayed 90% of the skin off my left friggin arm. Stupid dog. Well, Lexie (the resident doggie sympathizer) helped me use it on him today. I trapped him (sort of like a variant on the full nelson wrestling maneuver) and petted him and said "good boy" while she used the Pedipaws. This worked much better. After the first paw I think it finally sunk in that we were not trying to kill him and is heart rate actually slowed just a little and he stopped breathing like a rabid wombat with an impacted colon. Stupid dog. As a side note, the apartment smells generally much better, and he seems to be finally getting the idea of where to pee. Must be all those beatings...
Kelly via BBerry
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