Day 1509

Today, we revisit the weekly “pawdicure”! With some trepidation, I used a new tool (we have quite the collection) and it seemed to be a slight success. A couple of the dogs prefer clippers while the others tolerate a diamond bit grinder. With 84 nails (The pups have their dewclaws.), it is a challenge! Nobody enjoys the process... NOBODY! Still, it must be done.

Holding their paws with my own hand is pretty special. The trust flows both ways with the special bond being paw to hand. What a gift to me… Looking at that connection, my mind wandered to the incredible gift of hands. In my memory, I can still see the hands of those who have impacted my life.

*Mom’s hands sewing dance recital costumes

*My Nanny’s hands playing Canasta with me

*My Grandma Lois’s kneading her oatmeal bread

*My children reaching for my own hand

*My dad playing the piano in the front hall

So many hands that touch hearts. Some are gnarled, others are smooth, but all have the ability to do amazing things.

I took Asher’s hands in mine the other day and said, “My grandson, just think what your hands will do in this lifetime.” He just smiled at me and probably thought that his Nanny was being silly again.

Now, I believe I will pick up the baby afghan I am making for a young friend. I know I will enjoy using my hands THAT way instead of clipping doggy nails!