Too Cute

I had begun to worry about my Lulu. The poor little black pug has really been on edge lately. She's been especially edgy since returning from the beach on Monday. We always head to the bathtub, upon arrival at WC Headquarters. We love our "spa time" together, especially the double rinse and then wrestling with the toweling after we're lifted out of the tub. Unfortunately, the last time I trimmed the puggies' nails I left the electric trimmer out in the bedroom. From the bed, Lulu could clearly see the trimmer where it lay upon the electric box fan. If Lulu could see it, she figured, then it could see her, too. How horrible is that?? Then, apparently whenever she was out of the bedroom she worried that the trimmer would still be there when she returned, and, oh, it WAS there when she went back to the bedroom! This afternoon we were TiVo-ing through two episodes of "Judge Judy" during a fifteen minute nap, and I moved my foot suddenly. Lulu had been laying down by the foot of the bed, sphinxlike, facing the...the THING and obviously not getting ANY rest while it was in the SAME ROOM with her. Poor little dog JUMPED when my foot moved! Later this evening I passed her poised on the pillow, and really asked her what was wrong. She has so obviously been in discomfort. I tracked the focus of her big exhausted eyes to THE TRIMMER! As I turned my back to shield my actions from her, I scooped up the trimmer as I made a big deal out of turning on the air filter. The trimmer discretely left the room, and found hidden refuge away from puggy eyes. Within a few minutes, Lulu had joined me in the library. I had been enjoying "The Sweet Smell of Success" with Isabella, just kicking back, and Lulu was ready to kick back, too! She stretched and splayed her feline bitch's body against the bleached terry toweling that covered her under-piano dog bed. She seems more relaxed than I've seen her in days or weeks! I never realized how much she dreads that nail trimmer.