Thursday, July 19, 2012

I've Been Dremeled!

Mama dremels Scout's nails, but I have always said "NO WAY!"   I freaked out when that thing was brought near me.  This morning, we went on a long walk and Mama told Scout that she was going to do her nails when we got back and she would get some chicken as a treat. Scout doesn't mind the dremel.  So, Mama did Scout's nails and I was laying on my bed watching.  Mama brought the dremel over to me and let me sniff it.  She touched my nail to it and I didn't freak out.  She then turned it on and she quickly did all my nails.  I DID IT!  It didn't hurt. It just felt a little strange.  Mama has been trimming my nails a few times a week with clippers.  My nails are really thick, so she just trims a little at a time and then files them.  I don't mind her doing that, but she is worried she will hurt me.  After she dremeled me, she praised me and hugged me.  She was so excited. Scout and I got some leftover chicken as a treat. Yum!  Will I let her use the dremel again?  Stay tuned to see.
This is the Dremel that got me today.
Mama made a breakfast this morning that she thought you might like.  She saw it on a cooking show and can't remember the name of it.

Take a slice of bread and cut a hole in the middle.  Mama uses a glass to cut the hole. Melt butter in a skillet and coat the bread with the butter on both sides Also, coat the piece of bread that you cut out with butter.  Brown the bread in the skillet and add an egg to the hole and fry that like you fry any egg.  Flip it over to brown the other side.  It's that simple.  We had leftover ham from dinner last night, so it became part of the breakfast this morning.

Scout has started laying on the couch.  Here she is watching Mama put the laundry away this morning.
Our rain chances are only 30% today. The ground is still very wet.  We didn't get rain here yesterday, but other parts of Houston did.  We are heating back up to the 90's since it is no longer raining.

Joey,
The Greyhound Who Made His Mama Very Happy Today

8 comments:

  1. What a good boy you are Joey and Scout is a very good girl. Mum is currently glaring at us as we will not let her clip or dremel our nails - she has to pay the vet to do it, ha ha!
    Lovely breakfast, we will cross our paws you don't get any rain.
    Dip Bridge and Elliot x

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  2. Oh I know how you feel about the nail trimming. I guess I am luck I do not have to have it done very often, guess it's cuz of all the hiking I do. Anyway. I have had it done about 4 or 5 times in my 12 years. Know what they have to do to me? Sedate me. Yep I get so freaked out my clippers or dremel like things that I have toss four grown men off me who where trying to hold me still. You are brave my friend.
    Blessings,
    Goose

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  3. Nail cutting yuk.......hide.....run for cover. Have a great evening.
    Best wishes Molly

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  4. I think you were very brave. My nails seem to wear themselves down when I walk on roads and paths. I've not had them done in the two years I've been in my Forever Home and the vets says they are OK.

    I'm glad you got a treat for being so good.

    Love and licks, Winnie

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  5. Congrats! The Dremel means more treats for you. We clip And Dremel, and since we usually have extra paws around, it can be quite the process getting everyone done. Might have to have a post about.

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  6. I need to get better at nail care. I always thought of your meal as "Toad in the Hole."

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  7. Beckett and Veil don't mind the dremel at all. It's so much easier than the clippers; but Maddy....she is NOT up for the dremel, she runs and hides as soon as it comes out, but she doesn't mind the clippers. Good for you Joey! Maybe I should try chicken as an incentive for Maddy.

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  8. You're lucky mate to get dremeled! Mum just gets me in a head lock and attacks me with the clippers! Actually I don't really mind. Deccy x

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