The Daily Digital Photo
Chronicling the life of Clayton and Spenser, with memories of Scooter

September 6, 2007


Phillip is a neurologist, not a neurosurgen, meaning he doesn't operate. But he has and can do spinal taps and other medical procedures. He has taken my blood at the kitchen table several times so I don't have to go to a lab. When something is wrong with the boys he can do a cursory physical exam prior to calling the vet. And (!!) he is quite skilled at expressing anal glands. But in the area of toenails, Phillip is not even pre-med. He won't do Clayton's nails because they're dark and he can't see the quick. So we either take Clayton to Petsmart or have it done while he's at the vet for something else. The quick on Spenser's nails is quite visible but Phillip leaves a good half inch above it for fear of the ramifications should he accidentally cut into it. I used to be able to cut their nails but somewhere along the line I lost my courage. And as you well know, beagles can smell fear. All I have to do is show up with a nail clipper and the boys start sniffing the air. So there you have it, one doctor, one computer programmer, eight sets of toenails and a whole lot of wimpiness going on.