Twinkie got gum in her paw today on our afternoon walk. That's never happened before. Instead of trying to pull it all out right away, I waited until we got home to get started on the extraction. Big mistake. It was all ground into the folds of her paw. Thus began war. How a 10-pound dog can be so difficult is beyond me. I was supposed to be out the door on the way to meet up with a friend, and instead I'm in the bathroom in my underwear, dipping an angry chihuahua's front paw into a shot glass of olive oil. That did work very well to make pulling the gum easy, but then we both were covered in olive oil, so she had a bath and I had a shower. One of those days!