It's Ms Clickety-Clack the Smart Cookie, Snoopy. That's what the Chief's taken to address my cutie-patootie-self ever since the growth spurt of me nails (thanks to all that horizontal meditation!) and the fact that I've not been very cooperative whenever the Chief tries to clip me nails.
I rather like being Ms Clickety-Clack. It adds character to my walk. Kinda like the Chief whenever she puts on her tall Clickety-Clack shoes (which she assures me is not very comfortable although it's cosmetically pleasing to the eye!).
So Clickety-Clack I go about Dog Woods. The clickety-clack of nails especially on the concrete floor heralds my arrival. Very useful if I want something, like a treat or two from the humans but not very good when I want to sneak up on a fellow pack member. :P
Yesterday however, the Chief decided to give me a pedicure and a manicure. She was smart this time around - she had me cornered so I couldn't clickety-clack any where. After the initial struggle, I decided that it was better to cooperate, which pleased the Chief immensely. I found, to my surprise that a pedicure and a manicure was really all quite relaxing - and snoozed throughout the Chief's clear struggle to clip me nails.
In my collection of restful fourty (thousand) winks, I could have sworn I heard the Chief gruntingly complain they (me beautiful long clickety clack nails) were hard as NAILS! Her humans paws were sore from all the effort of trying to shave them short.
Well! Nobody asked her to clip 'em. I was rather fond of 'em ... !
Am no longer Ms Clickety Clack for now - but I will be when they grow right back! :)