Patton HATES his nails trimmed. He hates his feet touched, period. He had corns on one paw, so badly that we had to amputate a toe, so he's always been cranky about his feet, since they hurt him. Poor guy. So, whenever its time to trim nails, he turns to Cujo. He has to wear his basket muzzle, or he will bite you.I've tried. I've tried to soothe him without a muzzle, and as soon as I touch his feet he jumps up, screams, and bites. I have already had quite the impressive bite bark- a perfect outline of his teeth as a bruise in my arm. That was lovely. Now, don't freak out, greyhounds wear their basket muzzles all the time while on track - it keeps them safe - their skin is very thin, a little nip could turn into a tear requiring stitches.

Anyway, I have to muzzle Patton, and now as soon as a grab it, he bolts. He's having none of it. He turns into a quivering bowl of jell-o. At first when we get outside, he's all billy bad ass with me- little snarling, won't listen to me, trying to get away. Once he lays down, he realizes he's not gonna win, so, he turns into a quivering mess. I use a dremel tool to file down their nails, since its easier for Patton. Although clipping them with the clippers is faster, he's more terrified of the clippers than the dremel, and he loses his mind when he sees the clippers. Go figure.
So, once a month its me and the dremel vs. Patton. I always win. :)
Sherman? He's the angel dog. He sleeps while I dremel his nails. Angel dog.
Well, maybe he wins, since then he gets smothered with love and pigs ears. Who has who trained?

Cherry (fawn), Patton (brindle) and Sherman (black) rockin' the muzzle look.









I think I will try another one, before I try the adult version.









