Every time I clip my dog Romeo's nails I feel victorious. I wear my reading glasses and he stands on the raised bed outdoors. I keep his treats on the table next to us, but out of reach. This is 99 percent of why it's no longer traumatic. I am no longer inside bent over to reach his paws on the dim bathroom floor. Outside the daylight is bright and I can see well. When he is standing above ground level I'm a bit closer to him. I snip a weensy bit off of each nail every week or two and we both stay brave.
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