George needs his nails clipped - something that should have been done a few weeks ago. He HATES having his feet touched so it usually means a trip to Petsmart. He's not found of this either - riding in the car and now strangers are touching his feet!! Tonight a friend offered to clip them for us - me holding George in my arms, her clipping. (I usually hold him this way for clipping) He did not like this AT ALL. Poor thing wiggled around and climbed over me to get away. Pure torture for him!!
He seemed to have calmed down and even had some of his dinner. It wasn't long after that that he threw it all up!! He must have been so stressed - and I feel so bad.
It's been a couple of hours since the "event" - and he seems to have forgiven me - he was snuggling with me a few minutes ago - but I feel like such a bad mom!
He seemed to have calmed down and even had some of his dinner. It wasn't long after that that he threw it all up!! He must have been so stressed - and I feel so bad.
It's been a couple of hours since the "event" - and he seems to have forgiven me - he was snuggling with me a few minutes ago - but I feel like such a bad mom!