The dog has a collar that looks like this:
If you open it from one end, it closes again very easily. If you open it from the other end, it is a bitch to get closed.
The Redheaded Kid is notorious for opening and closing the wrong end of the collar.
Fine, you’d have to be a really ungrateful bitch to complain about how your friends take your dog out, especially friends who have shown such a willingness to dogsit in the past.
But folks, check this out:
I know it’s blurry, but you have to appreciate that it’s hard for me to focus when my fingernail has just been half torn off way down in the pink.
The whole thing needs to come off, there’s no two ways about it, because it’s just going to continue to get snagged on things and hurt even worse, but, though you can’t see it, the crack is like a sideways Y with the prongs being to our right. If I pull it off, I don’t know how I can guarantee that the nail will continue to break along the top prong, which would be very unpleasant, but at least appear to be going to the other side of the nail, or if it would take the bottom prong, which is headed deeper in.
Most of all, I wish I had cut my nails yesterday when I was thinking about it.