He never got used to it.
When the first nail-trimming time came, I tried to introduce him to the Dremel. Most dogs prefer it to a clipper. Whoa! he went, squirming all over the way you would hearing fingernails screeching on a blackboard (what can we say now that we use whiteboards and markers?). So I switched to a clipper. Alanis insists on a Dremel and sometimes leans her whole weight, which is only 45 lbs, on me like a horse when I'm holding her foot.
|the instruments of torture|
That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
|The well-trimmed foot that grew out in about five minutes. Note the remodeled corner of the bed.|