Lazlo is waiting for permission to eat. It wasn't a banner day for him today.
First thing this morning, the wind blew our back gate open somehow and Laz took off.
This prompted an hour and a half search throughout the neighborhood until I got
a phone call from the wife saying the next door neighbor brought him back.
Next he ripped up some sandwich wrapping that I stupidly left within his reach.
Then it was off to the groomer for another bout of nail trimming.
Lazlo goes spastic whenever anyone gets near his nails. Whoever had him as a puppy
really traumatized him about his paws. The groomer we use now has the trick to trim his nails
without anyone getting bitten. After his pedicure, a nap was in order. Things are calm now.
Good dog. Sit. Stay. OK to eat.