The clippers worked okay until the day I clipped one of Swift's nails too short. He yelped, of course, and began to bleed everywhere. I mean, this wasn't just a little nick. I definitely cut it way too short. (I had just gotten my carpets cleaned, and he was dripping blood over my clean carpet!) I panicked. I tried to find something to stop the bleeding. I knew I didn't have a styptic pencil or powder, but I thought that maybe flour would work. No such luck - all I managed to do was get flour all over the counter and all over Swift's face and paws.
So here I am, carrying Swift in my arms, holding a bloody paper towel around his paw, trying to figure out what in the world I am going to do. By this time, Swift has calmed down, and he's just fine with mommy holding him, but now I'm the one panicky and upset. I finally go next door to Kira and Chris, holding Swift, asking if they know what to do. They have a dog and a daughter, so they are used to these kinds of things. :) Their calming presence relaxed me. Kira poured some cornstarch (or cornmeal - I can't remember) into a bowl, and we were able to stop Swift's bleeding.
I brought back the little bowl of cornstarch into the house and let Swift go but tried to keep him calm. Yeah, right. All the excitement got to him, and he kept running and jumping. I had to keep putting more cornstarch onto his nail because it kept coming off. Luckily, the bleeding had mostly stopped by this point. Now all I had to do was clean the blood up. I kept finding spots on the carpet from when the cornstarch would come off, and I also found some on the couch. Jeez, dogs are hard work. :)
Ever since that incident, Swift does not want his nails even touched. I have to put my entire weight onto him to hold him down. I'm lucky if I can get even one nail clipped on Swift at a time. Kool struggles a bit, but he's pretty calm for the most part. I can usually get a whole paw done at a time. I clip their nails once a week to try to keep them under control. Last week, I clipped Kool's just a tiny bit short (only a tiny drop of blood showed up - not even enough to drip), and he got upset. I gave him a treat and tried to pet him afterward, but he just ran away from me. No way was he going to let me touch him! Poor little guy.
I feel badly that I can't keep their nails trimmed nicely. I feel like I'm torturing them - especially Swift, who has began to screech when I try to hold him down. Does anybody else have horror stories about clipping nails?