So, does that last shot indicate that the boys visited the Abu Ghraib Pet Pedicure Salon? It certainly looks like some sort of torture device.

The first two shots are great. Happy dogs make me smile, ever after a really shitty day. Like today.

Jesus christ, I have been selected to receive a free apple i-phone. I don’t know from where, or who, I don’t even know what it is, but the computer just told me, so it must be true. Ads are annoying enough when they aren’t talkies, but now we get talking ads?

The boys look happy for a change. But what’s with the kinky sex-sling thingy? He’s not wearing two wetsuits is he?

Finally. The secret to canine nail clipping is revealed.

How many basset-ergs does it take to hoist Beckham off the ground like that?

Heavy-duty lifts like that are usually only seen in foundries and shipyards. Wow!

I envy you your beach time. I live in a small beach town in South Carolina that totally banned dogs from the beach. My dogs are still moping…

(A dog bit the last mayor in the ass while he was out running on the beach, and that was all she wrote. I feel his pain but that was a little extreme.)

What’s wrong with Beckham? He’s not glowering.

That last shot reminds me of those wonderful Acme bat suits Will E Coyote would try in the Road Runner cartoons from waay back when teevee was worth watching…

But, seriously, all of that engineering/S&M getup just to clip some nails?!? Most of the times, the boys don’t look like they’d move even if the house was on fire — would there really be much commotion over a nail clipper?

707, tbogg, fucking 707 on the last photo.

Dang, that is a FINE engineering solution to the nail-clipping issue! I would ask for a brand name (and preferably an internet source) but once it became clear that our 17-pound Giant, Oversized, Biggest Ever papillon rescue boy wasn’t going to cooperate, we discovered that the local Petz-R-We takes walk-ins. We still handle Miss Buta-Hime-Sama at home, though, because (a) I’m afraid cursing out a strange technician will further damage her geriatric heart, and (b) she hates me, anyway…

P.S. How’s the Puppy Search progressing?

I never thought of the ingenious Airlift Sling solution to the nailclipping problem. For years, I’ve had to tackle my dogs and wrestle them into submission, then hold their muzzles shut while my wife wields the clippers.

oh man, i’ve been laughing for five minutes solid at that last photo. i totally understand the need; but, damn, talk about emasculating…

So - how much Tecate does it take to get the kid in that blanket?

Do they make one of those devices for cats too? Clipping the rescue kitty’s nails takes a few days for screwing up the courage, and a stiff shot of scotch after the deed is done.

Is the scotch for your peace of mind, or to rub on your arms as a disinfectant?

Whoa, those are happy boys. Even the surly one looks bright. They must have a crush on some seagulls.

I actually have a life of my own, and am fairly busy, but once I realize it’s the end of the week, and basset blogging must have occurred, and I have to come and see.

Geez, that contraption must’ve wiped the smile right off Beckham’s face. Ingenious though. Our sibe clips his own nails (with his teeth, seriously) and I can wrestle the dachshund into a headlock myself, so I haven’t had to resort to that that. But it’s good to know someone has thought of everything.