My Mother has two poms. If you have been following all the other posts, you should know this. At times we end up having to wash them. No big deal... until I decided... we should paint the dogs toe nails. Not that I'm into that sort of cruelty I just thought it would be funny. Now remember. These are Pomeranians. They are really REALLY fluffy.
I was just holding the dog. It was Yowah who decided the fate of poor Rue.
I was just holding the dog. It was Yowah who decided the fate of poor Rue.
She tried to paint her nails by pushing the hair on her feet back. But it didn't really work. So her brilliant idea...
"Bring me the scissors!"
"Bring me the scissors!"
As you can tell this is all going down hill. Fast. I stupidly hand her the scissors and she proceeds to butcher the hair on poor Rues feet. I feel so bad because now her pretty little feet... are nightmarish... I'm sure the hair will grow back. Till then she will have to live with her neon orange toes...
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