Today was the day. Nail trimming time for Lola. Tucker goes in the vet gives him his cortisone shot for allergies, nails trimmed, general check up and his Comfortis. No fuss, one handed job. Then comes Lola, being a hoover the Comfortis is a treat for her. Then comes the check up, not to bad, lots of licks and has to look around at every little thing to make sure she doesn't miss something. Then, oh my God, then the nails. World War III broke out. It takes three of us to hold her and one to trim and we all still come out with injuries. How can one little(OK, not so little)Pug put up such a fuss over something that causes no pain whatsover? I have a torn shirt and bloody scratches on both arms, my face and somehow she even got my back. Amazing! I limped out rather quickly and even though I know the others were wounded I didn't have the heart to stay around and find out how badly. I do find the "Doesn't like nails trimmed" on the outside of her chart an understatement. Of course after today it may be changed to "Bitch is just evil when it comes to nail trimming"