Today we went to Petsmart to get my nails trimmed. I was wearing the muzzle as a precaution because I’m fear aggressive. Omg, I hate this thing, but I have no other choice. I made an attempt to growl at the groomer, but she took me to the room with confidence and I had to follow. My eyes weren’t leaving mommy and i showed for the first time how terrified I actually was, by tacking my tail between my legs. It was such a relief when this was over and I got to run into mom’s arms and go back home. My parents socialized the heck out of me when I was a puppy, but people are still so scary and I know I have a lot of work ahead of me to try and be okay around them.