4.24.2012

April 24, 2012

White Dog whispered to Quinn, "looks like she is determined this time, big boy. Just know it won't hurt and it will be over in no time." Immediately The Other White Dog went into panic mode. "Thanks White Dog," I said, "you have him all worked up over nothing."

For quite sometime Quinn has needed a pedicure and feet de-floofing. He slides on the kitchen floor regularly and of late has been having the same troubles on the wood and carpets as well. We have avoided taking him to the groomer since his incident of biting Steve hard enough to break his watch crystal; he just is too excitable in chaotic places these days (and the dogs barking and blowers going and water splashing and phones ringing...well, you get the idea). We know our boy HATES having his feet manipulated and feared setting off a manic session or seizure if we insisted on foot grooming.

But after reading Bailey's (Bailey Be Good!) post of getting HER feet trimmed, I decided tonight was the night. I started preparing Quinn this afternoon by playfully running my hands along his sides and down his legs; he didn't like it much but he didn't pull away. He and I talked about trust and his knowing I would never allow harm to come to him and that I would be there to protect him. Before dinner I gave him a Composure, an herbal calming chew that reduces stress and relaxes.

The plan was after dinner, Steve and I would do some play/cuddle time with the entire White Dog Army in the bedroom. When the time was right he would lift Quinn onto the bed and I would hold/soothe while Steve buzzed and trimmed. That way, we thought, TOWD would not have the others sticking their snouts into what was happening and that the height would make it easier to control and work with him. 

The alternate plan, constructed after Quinn started screaming at the prospect of being picked up and the rest of the WDA charged to his defense nearly toppling Steve, was that Steve would sit on the floor surrounded by the WDA while I wrapped TOWD in my arms and held him securely enough that he wouldn't bite, that he felt safe, and that he was in a position that would allow Steve to shave and clip. We decided we would ask Dr. Julia's staff for help in trimming nails when Quinn went to see her next week (then he would hate THEM not us)!

Our boy twisted and bucked like a prize-winning bronco, swinging his head and clacking his teeth. I held him and pressed my cheek against his whispering to him the entire time (wise? probably not but I was asking him to trust US right? turnaround is fair play). Steve managed to do a admirable job on all four feet; his work validated by Quinn's increased stability. Of course Quinn got duck jerky as a reward, which made his siblings a bit jealous (but not enough so to come too close to the clippers).

Happily, now that it is over Quinn is not showing any signs of manic-ness and my fears of a seizure caused by this "trauma" are fading. Best of all is that I think he really understood when I asked him to trust me...and for this boy who learned never to trust anyone, giving me his belief is an amazing gift.

10 comments:

Kari in Vegas said...

Glad the trauma didn't induce anything. Makes me wonder if something very very bad happened to his paws in his past life :(

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bichonpawz said...

I can relate to this...neither one of mine like me to touch their feet either...can't figure out why!!

Hound Girl said...

We just started cutting Haylies nails - we have always let the vet do it every 6 weeks since Freds nails were so huge and thick, not to mention grew so fast. We had to muzzle her and the last one she jerked and tried to bite. It was rough. we are due to try it again, I think its as stressful and traumatic on us as it is to her lol. I played with her feet and everything as a puppy but she just hates it.

GOOSE said...

I don't mind MOM rubbing or petting my feet. But NO Way do I like any clippers or such touching me. I make it very difficult for that to happen. Luckily I do't need it very often.
Blessings,
Goose

Brian said...

I am happy it worked out and, like Bailey, maybe that will help lots!

Remington said...

I am so happy this worked.... Beth was lucky enough to start playing with my feet when I was 8 weeks old so I don't mind that at all....however, I can see how others who aren't use to it would not like it....

meowmeowmans said...

What a beautiful thing trust is! We are so glad to hear things worked out.

Ginger Jasper said...

I am so glad it worked and yes that there was trust. Quinn know you love him and wont hurt him, he does trust.. Hugs GJ xx

Mr. Pip said...

Pip has the same reaction to getting his nails trimmed. He goes absolutely insane and even tries to bite - which he never does otherwise. We have to trim one nail at a time (like one every other night).

Your pal, Pip

Sagira said...

Nice try! Sometimes it is better to just let the vets do it. We have nail day around here sometimes. :)