click, click, click, click I just couldn’t take it anymore. click, click, click, click The sound of dog nails on the linoleum. click, click, click, click So I had to do something about it. click, click, click, click And I did. click, click, click, click
Being the resourceful guy I am, I rounded up the dogs and took them downstairs. This really would have solved the problem in the short term because there’s carpet downstairs. But I was thinking long term. So I got out my nail trimmers and the stypic powder and got to work. Bang! There goes one dog nail. Snap! And there’s another. 16 nails later (Lucy has two dew claws) and I was halfway through my mission. So I thought. After Lucy got her toes re-arranged, I went to work on Nicki. She’s a little easier since she doesn’t have dew claws, so I saved all the time it takes to clip two nails. Well, that was a job well-done, if I did say so myself.
Only, and there’s always an “only” isn’t there? Only Lucy thought it would have been a good idea to lick the stypic powder off her nails before they were all clotted. (I pinked her on… six nails.) Then she decided it would be fun to run around the basement. The carpeted basement. Every step and she left a little blood blob behind her. A little blood blob here, a little blood blob there. It was a good thing the cops didn’t come over.
“What’s with all the blood, sir?” The cop would ask.
“I trimmed my dogs’ nails” I would answer.
“Is your dog still alive?” he’d have to ask. There was a lot of blood. One dog-step apart. And since Lucy has little bitty legs, the steps were pretty close together.
So I had to get out the carpet cleaner spray and spray all the blood spots. Then I had to get out the carpet cleaner. (The machine with the rotating brushes. All us sibs went in together and bought a carpet cleaner. Luckily it was at our house when I needed it.) It took roughly seven minutes to trim the dog nails. And then it took roughly 45 minutes to clean the carpets.
But on the upside, no more click, click, click, click.