The Nail Clipping Drama

Oscar is still doing ok with me cutting one nail per night. I wait til he’s tired and sleepy and not so much willing to fight, cut the one nail, give him a treat and praise him. End of the story.

This morning I went to put my socks on and I had a rough toe nail. On inspection, it had a chip in it so I got my nail clippers out .. they look nothing like the clippers I use for Oscar. He saw my nail clippers and jumped completely over the back of the sofa and was trying to find a place to hide. When I went to get him, he was in a panic . . over MY nail clippers. How on earth did he even know, before I used them, that they were nail clippers?

I guess it’s hopeless to wish Oscar would over his panic attacks when I go to cut Cooper’s nails. Oscar is definitely a bit weird and very much high strung.