Cleopatra's Pedicure

This is one very mad little dog.

Of course, NO one's ever thrilled about a visit to the doctor, so why should we expect the vet's office to be any different?

You can see it's not much fun for the techs, either. The muzzle and padded towel roll are there for THEIR protection: Cleopatra Bones is a biter. Just when she's being examined! I'm sure it's all the poking and proding and blood-drawing (ugh... I'm not good with that, either) and other humiliations thrust upon her little canine self, precariously perched on a table much taller than our dining room table. NOT that she would have ANY INKLING of an idea of what that might be like... no, I've never caught her there...

Anyway, this visit, she got her nails trimmed too. That's what's happening in this picture, that's the source of the doggy grimace. Notice there's one tech holding the dog and one tech doing the clipping. It takes two people to do this deed. She's 25 lbs, muzzled, and wrapped in a padded towel, screaming bloody murder, shooting daggers from her eyes.

It's important to me, at this point especially, to make it absoutely clear that our veterinary office is wonderful. They take great care of all of our pets, we trust them completely. A lot of our friends take their pets there, some traveling clear across town to do so! We would recommend them to anyone needing veterinary services. Contact me if you're in the Cleveland area and need a vet! This is the place you want. Cleo is not in discomfort because of mishandling. Cleo manufactures her own special brand of discomfort: Cleo is a drama queen.

Nevermind. She got treats from the techs. (Which she refused to eat until she got into the car, well away from 'THOSE people', cheeky little thing!) She got a treat at home. She'll be fine. Actually, she's already mostly recovered. (*derisive snort* mostly! HA!) She just needs a little something for that dramatic streak she's got. I guess she hasn't heard that Broadway's on strike!