aleska is a lovely, exuberant and silly Doberman who always gets her nails painted each month in something seasonally appropriate, and she enjoys it perhaps a bit too much…
“OK, you’re all clean and conditioned. Let’s head to the table and get you dried and finished,” I tell her.
Valeska: “And nails! We do nails first!”
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“No, we can’t paint your nails first, nail painting is always last,” I
remind her.
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Valeska: “No, this time we do it first!
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“We can’t do it first. When I brush you, all of your fur will stick to the wet nail polish,” I say.
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Valeska: “Skip that part.”
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“That’s why you’re here, I’m not skipping that part!” I tell her.
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Valeska: “Don’t need brushing, just nails pretty.”
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“Um…that’s not how this works,” I say.
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Valeska: “OK, fine. Do the other stuff.”
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“I know, it’s just terrible being brushed and having your ear boogers taken out,” I say as
I finish drying her and start brushing her out.
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“There, you’re shinier than a new penny. Was that truly so awful?” I ask.
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Valeska: “No, was nice. I’m sorry. I love you!” And she gives me a soft kiss on my cheek.
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“Thank you, I love you too. Now, let’s see what we can do to make your nails pretty, shall we?” I ask her.
