Those massive paws housed some massive talons. When Brooksy went sliding across the kitchen floor and slammed into the dishwasher the other night I asked Mike “Maybe we should get his nails trimmed?”
There is a dog grooming place next door to our vet, which is 30 seconds from our house. I love our neighborhood!
Mike took the pup while I was at work today and the only update I got was a text:
“The dog ladies are freaking out on how big he is.”
Sigh. Our little freak show.
At least he has fancy nails now.