Phobia, schmobia

Mom decided to let me blip today, she said it was easier to photograph my phobias than hers (whatever hers are!) for Missymoo's June challenge.

I don't know why she thinks I have a phobia about nail clippers and getting my nails trimmed though, just because I scream and whine and climb up on her shoulders when it's that time. Or put on the brakes when we scoot up to the groomer's place on the Busy Street. Or get scared and run away when she pulls the nail clippers out of the bag at home.

Besides, I don't even know what a phobia is.