You might enjoy this story. My bull mastiff bitch is a large girl and she hates having her nails clipped, so I pay our vet to have it done.
The procedure involves one of his more physical assistants using a sort of half-nelson on her—and her eyes are almost all white during the drill—while he scurries from front to back and side to side with his nail-clippers.
I was trying to be helpful by kibitizing while they worked ...
The assistant lost her grip, the good doctor jumped on—they were being very professiona, very serious and I slammed the floor with my palm and said, “She’s tapped out!” and they both broke up. We finally got that last toe-nail. I like my vet.