So completely non-stressed was Ziggy (thank you Auntie Chris!), and such was his delight in seeing me, that I decided now was the time... TO CLIP A CLAW.
AND – I did it!
‘Um, what?’ you might ask, wondering whether this masterful storyteller is ever going to reveal the gripping climax she has so skillfully drawn you towards….
But that, my friends, is it.
It’s taken me 2 years and 11 months of paw stroking, but today the Elegant Hound let me clip a claw. It might not sound like much: but considering that, when I got Zig, he wouldn’t let anyone near his feet without trying to bite their head/limbs/torso off (read the backstory on my website), and that before today the only time I’ve been able to get his claws clipped are by the local vet and under anaesthetic, then I’d say this is an achievement worth marking.
Good boy, Zig! Good boy :)