preparing Gracie

Today I took Gracie to the vet to have her nails clipped. Gracie and I walked into the lobby and everyone yelled "Gracie's here! Get the muzzle." No joke. Dr. Mills came into the room with a little muzzle in his large hand. He tried one more time to make friends with Gracie. He sat on the floor and called her sweetly while Gracie growled and showed her teeth and shook so badly I thought she was going to faint. So, I had to place the muzzle on her and she was so scared she pooped right there on the floor. Poor little doggie. I wanted her nails clipped because she sits on my lap a lot while we are traveling and sometimes scratches me. I also had to get her perscriptions refilled.