I think I know now why I'm not a vet.

Since the kids weren't home and there was a hope I could get Indy to cooperate, I decided to trim his nails. The actual nail clipping went well, he was pissed off but for once he didn't try to leap away as I trimmed. But oops, I trimmed a couple of them a little too short and of course they bled.

The dog really was being generous to me today. He actually stayed still until the bleeding stopped and everything was fine and dandy until the afternoon when Chris let him out in the yard. He came back in a little while later and kept doing laps around the kitchen -I was making lunch and he was looking for a handout. When I glanced down at the floor I almost had a heart attack.

Everywhere the dog had stepped there was blood. Guess the snow and all the romping around made his nails start bleeding again. Chris corralled the dog and got him to lay down on an old blanket giving me the evil eye the whole time, while I mopped the floor.

That'll teach me - next time Indy is going to the vet and he can be the one giving me the evil eye.