Sierra Scissorpaws

Happened upon “Edward Scissorhands” on cable last night. This movie was one of my favorites when I was younger. Roth just mumbled under his breath that he never understood the movie. Relunctantly he let me watch. I caught him smirking at the funny parts.

Watching the movie again made me really sad. It’s quite the tale of an odd-looking outsider trying to fit in to a cookie-cutter world. Of course, the concept of someone having scissors for hands is obsurd, but it made me think of Aron Ralston, the hiker whose hand was lodged underneath a boulder for five days. Ultimately, he used a leatherman-like tool to cut his own hand off to free himself from impending death (I’ve often wondered if I would be able to amputate one of my own limbs to save my life — not sure I could handle going through bone). He has now written book about the experience, aptly titled “Between a Rock and Hard Place.” I saw a NBC news special about him, how he is again hiking and climbing with the help of a prosthetic hand. One of the prosthetic attachments is a scary-looking pick axe. This tool helps him climb icy mountains. It’s crazy, really. But he has adapted with the help of metal and hydraulics, much like the character of Edward Scirssorhands. OK … maybe these stories are completely unrelated. Regardless, I was sad.

Watching this movie also inspired a new nickname for Sierra … Sierra Scissorpaws. She has the sharpest claws. We have taken her to have them trimmed at Petco, but she usually squirms so much that the groomer just gives up. Roth says her claws are like eagle talons. Often times, she’ll beg for food by pawing at our legs with her raptor-like claws (see above photo of her claws). We both have scars from our sweet little beagle!

“Edward Scissorhands” also made me think about another Tim Burton movie that I really liked — “Big Fish.” A former co-worker of mine said she thought it was the worst movie she had ever seen. I was kind of hurt by that comment. How could an imaginative movie with true heart be bad? I cried my eyes out the last 15 minutes of the film. I guess there is no accounting for taste. This was a girl who bleached the crap out of her hair and wore white stiletto heels to work and constantly talked about her birth-control patch.

Two days until I’m 25 — woo-hoo!



  1. mom

    Good story. I must admit, I also try to avoid the paws. I prefer to have Sierra lick me.. her facials are the best!

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