Leaps and bounds, part one

This past week I've been making progress by leaps and bounds, according to Marcymommy. Of course, it's easier to leap and bound when your toenails aren't digging into your paw pads. Marcymommy spent two days cradling me and playing with my feet until my eyes quit bugging out of my head in indignation. Then she brought out scissors to trim the fur on my feet, and I tried to have a conniption fit like last time at Fuzzy Friends. But all the blood had run from my brain to my tummy because of all the treats. So I couldn't concentrate on arguing. Besides, she keeps misinterpreting my dog-speak. Marcymommy did tell me that real queens get pedicures all the time, that it's a real sign of pampering. While she was telling me this story she's filing those pesky dewclaws of mine and then clipping them with her own toenail clippers. I think I'm really growing up. Except for the part where I ran around and around in circles on the bathroom floor because I knew there must be a treat for enduring the toe-nail guillotine--pedicure my foot!