poor, poor Sam

So, I have to apologize AGAIN for anyone near the Williamson Road/HWY 150 area around lunchtime today. That noise was not someone torturing a cat, there was no baby being fed to a lion, and the world was not coming to an end. But try and tell Sammy that, and he would just turn his nose up at you. Sammy had his nails cut today, and my geez it's always such an ordeal. Anyone who didn't know better had to be reassured that the pet nurses were not torturing him, they were not in fact pulling out each of his teeth sans anesthesia. Just clipping nails. I always try to warn any of the new pet nurses or ones who may not have dealt with Sam and nail clipping before...but I fear I never warn them quit enough. If you dare to even get the clippers within 6 inches of his paw, he howls and screams. I may have even heard a "help me mommy!!" today. Dramatic much? Thank GOD his vet knows him so well and is patient with him. He may be neurotic and dramatic, but he's my baby.

Trying to calm him down (not choke him, I swear)

We went straight to the park after the vet. Since I haven't been able to walk him like I used to before surgery, he has had a lot of pent up energy, some of which has been expressed negatively...like yesterday when Mike was over. He did not behave well at all. So to to walking trail we went. We walked 1/2 a mile....I know I know-sad. BUT I only meant to walk a slow 1/4 a mile. So, accidentally and successfully walking 1/2 a mile, some backwards (holding on to my husband of course) for the first time since surgery ain't too shabby.

looong day

 

 

So, after the vet, the park, and a bath, Sammy feels much like I do. P double O P'ed.