She has been allowed to sniff and explore new territory to her heart's content for several hours yesterday and today.
Therefore, we don't accidentally cut into the quick of Annie's nail, and it allows me to give the nail a dull, rounded shape. Granted, it took a few short trials before the latest rescues understood the file was a good thing... not something scary or painful.
As you can see, Annie goes to sleep during the process. In the 18 months we have been blessed with Annie, I am just now getting her nails into proper healthy condition. At first, they cracked and split terribly from previous malnutrition, I suspect.
This afternoon was another great adventure for Annie. This was the third outing this month for just Annie. I'm trying to get her past her fear of being taken off by a vehicle and left with strangers in a strange place.
First she and her aged, feeble brother were dumped in a kill shelter. Then she was rescued, and she fell in love with her rescue family (Pat and Henry). Then she was transferred to a Westie Rescue foster home where she was just beginning to settle in when she was transferred to her Forever Home here on the farm.
She really gets it now, and I enjoy being able to have her along if a short task takes us away from the farm.
Yes, there is a story worthy of telling behind the little angel tombstone, and yes, we made sure Annie did all of her business before we entered the little cemetery at Shiloh Baptist Church in rural Montgomery County, Mississippi.