Today is the day we always dread, that once a month trip that would strike the fear in the hearts of anyone who has ever witnessed it. This is the day that Lola and Tucker get their nails trimmed at the groomer. I no longer attempt this at home because while I can eventually wrangle Tucker and get the job done with only minor scratches and bites to my hands, there is no way to handle Lola, she is much stronger than Tucker. She has hated the nail trimming since the day I brought her home at just a few weeks old. I did all the "tips and tricks" from day one, playing with the feet to get her use to it, letting her play with the clippers and then later on letting the electric file run beside her to get use to the sound. All of those worked great....as long as you all you want to do is play with her feet or let her play with the clippers or file. The minute you try to actually trim a nail armageddon starts. I finally had to admit defeat and started taking her to the groomer to have it done, and Tucker goes along too. Today started off like all other spa days, the chase through the house to get the harness on, figuring out the harness(puzzles to me) while trying to hold her still and triumph when I finally get the silly thing on. The jumping back and forth in the car until she figures out that no matter what she does she is still going to have to wear the seat belt. So we are all finally in the car and ready to go. Then the day takes a turn for the worse. For some reason today she doesn't want to ride in the car so she starts the pug screaming, the girl screamed all the way to the groomer, nothing would console her. We get to the groomer and then Tucker starts. He loves the huge, hairy male groomer. He is not there today so the tiny, well groomed female groomer is going to do it. Tucker is having no part of her and attacks, it took three of us to put a muzzle on a 4 pound chihuahua and we did not come out of the fight unscathed. Now while this is going on my son has Lola's lead in the waiting area, she hears Tucker carrying on and apparantly thinks he is being seriously injured (no one is allowed to attack him but her), she breaks my son's hold and runs from the waiting room, down the hall, into each room, pug screaming the entire time, my son in hot pursuit. She finally finds the one we are in and launches into a pug tantrum like i have never seen before. Naturally by now every dog in the place is barking and growling, the groomers are frazzled and all the doggie parents are looking at my banshees with total disgust on their faces. By now I am seriously looking around for a hole to crawl in, afraid that if I do manage to find one my son will harm me in his attempt to throw himself in it first. No holes to crawl into, not even a crack. So we hang our heads throughout the nail trimming of both dogs, apologize profusely and then quietly slink out to the register to pay with all the other Mommy and Daddy's eyes burning holes in our backs. Then we make a run for the car. We sit there for a moment to gather our composure then look at each other and completely dissolve into hysterical laughter. I'm sure it was nothing more than nervous laughter.....well maybe not completely since my son is now looking at me every little bit and repeating the line we heard one of the Mommy's say when the screaming Lola whizzed past her in the waiting room...."Well, I never!" Bless her heart, guess she has never owned a pug.