When she’s being the perfect pet bun. Last night was nail trimming night and because I had been working at the shelter so much lately, I picked her up correctly instead of scruffing her. Well she didn’t fidget in the least. I figured it just shocked her so she didn’t know that she was suppose to do her usual tormented dance like she usually does.
Then I sat her on my lap and began snipping away at the nails. There was absolutely no struggle involved. I think she may have pulled her hind foot away once but nary a hair went flying during it. I put the scissors down and what did she do next? She climbed my chest for snuggling – which we did for 30 minutes straight. I only stopped because Dono began to make a racket as he couldn’t find his girlfriend.
I swear, if she had given me kisses, I would have been up all night watching her as I’d have thought she was dying. But she’s fine. Eating and pooping and doing all that she normally does.