Bruni, my parents' Rainbow Bridge dog, flinched when Dad was clipping her nail when she was less than a year old, and he hit the quick. It bled a little bit, he took care of that, but her paw was sore for a couple days. Well, for the rest of her life, if she thought I - or some other visitor - wasn't paying her enough attention, she'd limp into the room. The first time I noticed this, I said "What's wrong with her paw?" Dad said "Nothing, watch this ..." He told her to sit, then lay down. Then Ma called her over, and when she was walking over to Ma, the "hurt" paw was on the other side! She forgot which one was "hurt" so changed paws!

I was not fooled again, silly Bruni.