Everything Is Better With A Kong

I don’t know what the big deal is. My Margret said she needed to trim my nails. Well I don’t agree, they are just fine the way they are. Thank you very much!

As usual she didn’t listen to me. She did give me a choice of where to lay. So I tried out the love seat, the couch and several places on the floor. I also invited her to rub my tummy several times.

After several attempts to hold my paw sweet talk to me, line up the clipper with my toenail all at the same time while muttering something about bifocals whatever they are she stopped got up and went to the kitchen. I followed to see what she was up to. The next thing I knew there was my Kong filled with yummy peanut butter.

For some reason clipping my nails went much better after that. Although I did hear her laugh and say something about me slurping. Humph I do not know what she’s talking about, I have never slurped in my life!

~this is Bonnie “grooming isn’t so bad when a Kong is involved” Pup for the Pups and a Kitties.

6 responses »

    • Thank you Girls! Holding out for a kong is always the best. I hope that it works for yiu too! ~ nose nudges Bonnie Pup

  1. I like your Margret’s idea, B. Yum. My mom sticks the cone on my head so I can’t lick her to death and does my nails like that! I mostly do somersaults and stand on my head, but somehow, she wrestles me till she trims them all… Blerg.

    Love and licks,
    Cupcake

    • Ooh I like how you make your mom work to trim your nails. Hmmm..somersaults and standing on your head. I’ll have to try that, bet the Kong will appear sooner! ~ nose nudges Bonnie Pup

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