Treat-seeker direct hit

Once upon a time, nail-clipping was a nightmare - we'd have to chase down the dogs, and one of us hold their squiriming bods still while the other clipped. But now they know they'll get a T-Bonz treat when I'm done. As soon as the clippers come out, they trot up and lay down quietly until the operation is over.

They're not the most natural-looking things and fall apart if you try and squeeze a pill inside, but as an occasional reward they work a treat.

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