Taking doggo to groomers to try have his nails clipped.
Anticipating a bit of resistance,

So, how did it go?

He acted like Damian in the horror movie The Omen. In the van he was a barking, snarling, Tasmanian devil. Take him into the shop, he's like, "Oh, hai, ery'body. I'm Domino". All the people go "Awww. Cute dog". He just turned to me and grinned.
He was in and out of nail trimming in under 5 mins. Groomer says "He was purrfect. Not the slightest problem".

The barking and snarling must have been tough on you, but I'm so glad he was good at the shop and got them trimmed.