Dear Diary,
It’s me, Minnie the Miniature Pinscher, reporting on the most harrowing experience of my life (this week, at least). Today, my humans took me to that dreaded place: the vet’s office. And not just for any old reason – oh no, it was for the notorious nail trim. Cue the dramatic music!
8:00 AM: Woke up feeling fabulous, as usual. Little did I know what horrors awaited me.
9:30 AM: The humans started acting suspicious. They were being extra nice, offering treats for no reason. I should have known something was up.
10:00 AM: Betrayal! They put me in the car. I tried to make myself as small as possible (which, let’s be honest, isn’t hard for a Min Pin).
10:30 AM: Arrived at the vet’s office. The smell of antiseptic hit my sensitive nose. I trembled dramatically, hoping my humans would change their minds. No such luck.
10:45 AM: In the waiting room, I tried to look tough for the other dogs. I may be small, but I’ve got the heart of a Doberman!
11:00 AM: The vet tech called my name. I considered making a break for it but decided to face my fate with dignity. Plus, my human had a firm grip on my leash.
11:05 AM: The dreaded nail clippers appeared. I gave the vet my best “puppy dog eyes,” but she seemed immune to my charms.
11:10 AM: First nail trimmed. Hey, that wasn’t so bad! But I couldn’t let them know that, of course.
11:15 AM: Halfway through, I realized this was actually… kind of nice? The vet was gentle, and my humans were praising me like I was the bravest dog in the world (which, obviously, I am).
11:20 AM: All done! I got a treat and lots of pets. I decided to forgive my humans for this ordeal.
11:30 AM: Back in the car, feeling like a new dog. My nails were fabulous, and I hadn’t fainted once. Success!
12:00 PM: Home at last. I pranced around the house, showing off my newly manicured paws. I’m pretty sure I heard my humans say something about “drama queen,” but they must have been talking about the cat.
The rest of the day was spent napping and accepting congratulations for my bravery. All in all, not a bad day for a Min Pin diva like myself.
Until next time, diary. Remember: size doesn’t matter, but a good manicure does!
Yours in perpetual sassiness, Minnie the Min Pin