Mom took me to the spa to have my nails done. They did an admirable job, though I'd prefer they get painted a blood red color afterwards. Will have to speak with them about it next time.
Afterwards, as usual, mom left my travel bed out for me. There's nothing like a good, comfortable lounge on a quality fluffy towel after going to the spa.
I think she'd like to move it, but I'm determined to camp here until she gives up.
One must exert the right amount of gentle control on their human. With consistency and patience, I have trained her to put my carrier away when I want it put away...